“Trevor can make the popcorn. You just…maybe stay far away from the microwave, okay? And the stove.”
He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I let my eyes drift shut, knowing he has it in hand.
I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I wake some time later to fingers drifting slowly over my forehead. A gentle voice follows. One I know well. “Hey.”
I blink open my eyes, focusing on Trevor. He’s sitting beside me on the bed, a soft, if not pained smile on his face. It takes me a second to understand it.
“Todd told you?” I ask, my voice hoarse after the sleep and this fucked-up day.
“He did.”
I nod, swallowing. “Can we not talk about it tonight? I just… I need to not think about it for a little bit.”
“Yeah,” Trevor says softly. “Of course. The movie is ready. Want me to carry you down?”
“I’m guessing since the fire alarm didn’t go off, Todd asked you to make the popcorn?”
Trevor chuckles. “He did. And Lumi bought more candy than we can possibly eat.”
Satisfied as possible, I throw my arms into the air. Trevor’s smile is wide as he grabs hold of me…
And tosses me over his shoulder.
I squawk, batting his back as he stands easily from the bed. “I thought you meant bridal style! Not sack of potatoes.”
Trevor pats my ass as he carries me down the hall, the cheeky fuck.
It feels good to laugh, even if only for a moment.
Trevor tugs me around in front of him before we reach the stairs. With my legs around his waist and my arms over his massive shoulders, we join the others in the living room. Toddis sitting cross-legged on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in front of him. Lumi gives me a sad smile from the chair, an entire bag’s worth of candy spread on the coffee table in front of her.
And on the other couch is Camden and…shit…Bobby? Maybe-Bobby is sitting right on Camden’s lap, Camden’s arm around him in a possessive hold.
So apparently that’s a thing.
Trevor sets me down near the couch. Todd pats the cushion before passing me the remote.
For the next two hours, the lot of us watch a movie. No one brings up the news I learned today. No one asks me if I’m all right, when they know I’m not.
It’s simple and uncomplicated. And merely a distraction, sure.
But it’s exactly what I need.
“You sure you want to do this?”
Trevor shoots me a grin as Hailey, the woman I met last time I was at the tattoo shop, prepares the piercing gun. “I’m sure.”
“It’s just… I was sleep drunk when I suggested this. That Isaac isn’t to be trusted.”
Trevor tugs me close. “I think that Isaac is honest.”
“Filterless,” I supply.
His thumbs rub over my hipbones. “Do you think I’ll look bad wearing jewelry?”
“No,” I say at once. “You’ll look hot. But you don’t have to get your ears pierced for me.”
He hums. “Maybe I like the idea of looking hot for myboyfriend.”
