Page 80 of Fear of Intimacy

His words were my undoing. With a cry, my orgasm rippled through me. My legs trembled, and my hands struggled to hold me upright. My moan was so loud, I was fairly certain the neighbor next door heard.

A warm, hard body pressed against me, keeping me up as I started to float my way back down to reality. I was a panting mess but that felt fucking incredible.

“Good girl,” Trevor hummed against my neck. The loofah passed over my core one last time making my body jerk. Setting it aside, Trevor gently turned me around to face him, pressing my back against the wall.

Placing his hands on the side of my face, he used his thumbs to tilt my head back to look at him.

“So fucking perfect.” His words made me melt. Placing his lips against mine, I sighed against him, my arms wrapping around his torso. I could kiss his mouth forever.

When he pulled away, I pouted. My disappointment was short-lived, though, as Trevor grinned down at me with a look in his eyes.

“Now to wash the front.”

“We can carvethe pumpkins tomorrow if you want.” Trevor said.

“Oh yes! But let’s do it at your place since you have front steps to put them on.” I suggested.

It was now nearing noon and the two of us were in the kitchen making lunch. Well, Trevor was cooking. I was sitting at the bar watching him, trying not to drool over theway his muscles flinched and contracted as he cut vegetables and lifted the frying pan to sauté them. The same back that had red lines running down them, thanks to me.

I felt a swell of pride at that. Those were from me. No one else. It was kind of like I staked my claim on him.

“Sounds good.”

After our shower, the two of us ended up in bed. Well, after Trevor bent me over the bathroom counter and fucked me. And then we ended up in his bedroom doing some other things that didn’t include sleeping.

After such an eventful morning, I was starving. Trevor, ever so graciously, offered to make us something as I sat there enjoying the view.

“I wanted to ask. Why do you live in a house and not an apartment?” I was just curious because most people our age didn’t have the means to afford a house. And seeing as it was only Trevor, wouldn’t it have made more sense to rent an apartment?. Although, maybe that wasn’t what he wanted. And besides, it wasn’t like he wasn’t rolling in cash.

Trevor was quiet for a moment before responding.

“Growing up wasn’t easy. Aside from my parents forgetting to buy food, they sometimes forgot to pay rent. There were a few occasions when we had to sleep in the car.” I could tell he wanted to come off like it wasn’t a big deal, but I heard the hurt in his voice. It may have happened years ago, but it was still hard to think and talk about.

“A couple of times I’d come home and find the door locked. My parents were too drugged out to open it for me. I’d sit outside for hours until they realized I was out there.” I stared at the back of his head as he continued. “When I got enough money, I bought the house. I wanted something that was all mine that couldn’t be taken away.”

I swallowed back the tears that gathered in my eyes. He didn’t need my pity, but I understood. Understood the needto have something that was yours. To make it the wayyouwanted it without fearing someone would take it away or criticize you.

“I get it,” I spoke softly.

Letting the conversation drop Trevor finished up lunch while I grabbed plates. He dished the homemade style hash onto a plate before the two of us headed for the living room. With no desire to sit at the table, the two of us got cozy on the couch.

I couldn’t stop the hum of satisfaction from leaving my mouth as I stuffed my mouth. The potatoes, the peppers and onions were incredible. I was going to make him cook for me from now on.

As we ate and watched TV, Trevor got quiet. I glanced over at him, finding his eyebrows drawn in as if he was deep in thought.

“Hey,” I nudged his shoulder. “What are you thinking so hard about over there?” There was definitely something on his mind.

“It’s nothing.” He brought a hand up to his neck, shaking his head.

“But…?” I prodded, knowing there was more than what he was saying.

He let out a sigh, looking over at me. “I was wondering if you wanted to come to the game on Monday.”

He looked at me in an unsure way, almost like he was expecting me to say I wouldn’t want to. My heart squeezed at the fact that he wanted me to attend. I was already planning on going. He just didn’t know that yet.

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Yeah?”

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