Page 96 of Fear of Intimacy

Trevor was away for two hockey games, spanning five days, leaving me home alone. I understood why Josie and Mila hated away games so much. Not having Trevor around sucked. I'd gotten so used to being with him everyday. Either going to his place or coming here, making dinner together, and watching TV on the couch.

It was probably healthy having some space and not spending so much time together, but that didn’t mean it didn’t suck. He wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon, which felt like a lifetime. So, I was trying to distract myself with work, but every few minutes, I found myself looking over at my phone.

I told myself I wasn’t going to bother Trevor, but the urge to text him was growing by the second. I looked over my patient's file one more time before I gave in. Reaching for my phone next to me, I sent him a text. It was a little after eight, so he should still be up.

Forcing myself not to stare at the screen until he replied, I gathered all my work files and put them off to the side. I wasn’t getting anything else done tonight.

Curling up with a blanket, I switched the TV to a random movie as I waited for my phone to buzz. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long.

Trevor: I was just about to text you.

A stupid smile graced my face at the text.

Tasha: Great minds think alike. What are you up to?

Trevor: Lying here listening to Bryton snore like a gorilla. If we didn’t need him tomorrow for the game, I would put a pillow over his head.

I snorted, picturing him doing just that.

Tasha: If you put a blanket over his head, and he suffocates, it's technically not your fault.

Trevor: That is a very tempting idea. Here.

A second later, a video appeared in the text thread. Thesound of snoring came through my speaker, the screen black before the camera was flipped around and Trevor came into view. The back light of the phone lit up his face enough that I could see him roll his eyes. The video ended with his face staring back at me.

Even lying there, about to sleep, he was absolutely irresistible. He’d only been gone four days, but I drank in the sight of him. Did he get even hotter while he was gone?

Clicking on my own camera, I took a quick selfie of just my face. I didn’t look the greatest with my greasy hair pulled up into a bun, face free of makeup, as I wore my pj’s, but I hit send anyway.

Tasha: You need earplugs!

It took a minute for Trevor to reply and when he did, I felt myself flush.

Trevor: Wish your thighs were my earmuffs.

I read his text again and again, my thighs pressing together involuntarily. His innuendo was clear as day as I immediately pictured his head between my legs, thighs clamped around him to keep him in place.

Tasha: Don’t start something you can’t finish.

Trevor was such a tease, even if he wasn’t sitting next to me. I wouldn’t put it past him to get me all hot and bothered and then say goodnight.

Trevor: Who says I won’t.

As I struggled to come up with a reply, Trevor sent me another.

Trevor: What are you wearing?

I couldn’t help but snort at the comment. Such a guy question.

Tasha: Nothing but a lacy thong.

Couldn’t be further from the truth. I was in a pair of baggy sweats and one of Trevor’s T-shirts that was huge on me. Not to mention my fuzzy socks that were bright red. Iwas far from sexy at the moment, but I was cold and didn’t have my boyfriend, who was a human furnace, to keep me warm.

Trevor: I’m thinking more along the lines of…sweats, a shirt, and a fuzzy blanket. Accurate?

Even though he couldn’t see me, I raised an eyebrow, quite impressed. We’d spent so many nights together lately that he came to know what I slept in. That was, if I wasn’t naked and sweaty beneath him.

Tasha: Caught me but you missed the fuzzy socks.

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