“My point is you never wake up this late unless…” Todd trails off as I set two mugs onto the counter. He points a finger at them accusatorily. “Unless you get laid! Was it Library Guy? Is he still here?”
“His name is Trevor,” I mutter, trying to hide the fact that my cheeks are surely on fire.
“I’m texting Lumi,” Todd declares, scampering away to a safe distance as he pulls out his phone.
I toss my hands in the air. “Of course you are. Why not tell her thatyes, in fact, it was even more impressive in personwhile you’re at it? Because it’s not like we have any boundaries whatsoever.”
Todd nods, apparently missing my sarcasm.
I groan, just as Library Guy—Trevorwalks into the room. And then I groan again. Because really?
His hair is wet from his shower, his clothing a little rumpled after over a day of use. But the guy looks like a literal dream. And it’s real damn hard to reconcile the fact that this man heading my way with a tender smile on his face and tattooed arms the size of tree trunks—the very same man who fucked me so good last night that I did, in fact, forget the proper use for my legs—is myboyfriend.
That man is my boyfriend.
I let out a near-giddy laugh that has Trevor’s dark eyebrow rising.
Todd waves at Trevor without looking up from his phone. “Afternoon.”
“Is it?” Trevor rumbles, bussing a kiss against my temple that has my heart fluttering embarrassingly.
“Coffee’s brewing,” I state, waving to the two mugs.
Trevor doesn’t call me out for my barely human greeting. He simply hums. “Hungry? I could cook us some eggs if you have them.”
Todd nearly drops his phone, clear awe in his voice as he stares at Trevor. “You can cook?”
I flash my teeth at my friend. “He’smine.”
Todd’s wide eyes swing over to me. “I only want his eggs,” he whispers.
Trevor chuckles, giving my chin a pinch, as if he thinks my growling is cute. “Not in a sharing mood this morning, are we?”
My entire body flashes hot, and I have to clear my throat a couple times. “I think we have some eggs.”
Trevor heads over to the fridge as Todd watches him curiously.
“What?” I mouth.
Todd opens his arms wide in a gesture I take to meanbig. Trevor is big. Got it. Then he holds his forefinger and thumb an inch apart and points to me.
I scowl before hissing, “I’m not small.”
I glance Trevor’s way. He’s checking the egg carton.
Todd nods placatingly before shrugging a little and mushing his hands together. He shrugs again.
I sigh. “We fit fine,” I manage through gritted teeth.
Trevor closes the fridge door, egg carton in hard. I hold my smile in place, which I realize far too late is more like a grimace.
Todd, never having mastered the art of subtlety, asks at full volume, “How elastic, exactly, is an asshole?”
I stare at him for a solid five seconds. “You’re a bio major!”
“I don’t know, bae! They don’t teach that in any of my classes.”
“Oh myGod.”
