“Mhm. You’re as pretty as art, Trevor. You deserve to shine.”
He catches my hand when it flops back to the space between us. “You feeling all right, Red?”
“He’s sleep drunk,” Lumi says from the front of the vehicle. “He has no filter when he’s this exhausted.”
“That’s not true,” I argue.
“No?” she says. “Okay, then look Trevor in the eyes and tell him you want him to go back to his own place tonight.”
“That’s a lie,” I say immediately. “Don’t listen to her, Trevor. You’re lovely, and I always want you around. Lumi, why are you lying?”
She cackles.
“I’m lovely?” Trevor asks, voice soft.
“Oh no,” I mutter. “Close your ears, boyfriend. Pretend I don’t exist.”
“I like the things you say,” he responds, his fingers running over the back of my hand as I try to melt into the seat.
My protest is weak at best.
“So crispy,” Todd mumbles in his sleep.
We pile out of the taxi minutes later, my feet dragging on the way to the door. I have no doubt Lumi will be crashing in Todd’s room tonight. Trevor uses the bathroom before slipping into my room.
I’m tugging my socks off when he closes the door, looking unfairly handsome standing there with his eyes and his face and all that ink. “I don’t think I have sleep pants that will fit you.”
“That’s fine,” Trevor rumbles, coming over to help get my jeans off when it’s clear I’ve resigned myself to wearing them for the rest of my life. He tosses them aside as I roll into the blankets. “You mind if I sleep in my briefs?”
“What? No. Whatever you want.”
I hear more fabric hit the floor before Trevor is easing onto the mattress, my lamp clicking off. He slides under thecovers with me, his legs tangling with mine. I like the sensation more than I know what to do with.
“I don’t think I’m going to the library tomorrow morning,” I utter, eyes closing.
Trevor huffs a soft laugh. “Figured.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I slip my arm under Trevor’s, and he wraps his around my back. It’s all too easy to wiggle my way closer, his body as warm as a furnace. “You really are a cuddle bug, you know.”
His chuckle shakes me. “I could say the same about you.”
“Pft. I’m not cuddly.”
“’Course not, Red.”
It’s quiet for a minute, the room dark, but my brain won’t shut off. “Trevor? I don’t want you to ever cross one of your boundaries for my sake.”
“You think I would?” he asks, his hand stroking the back of my hair.
My swallow is a bit rough. “I think…you seem to really like me. For some reason. And you want to…please me.”
I nearly wince saying that, but Trevor doesn’t refute it. He simply waits for me to go on.
“If I ever suggest something you don’t actually want…not in that moment or not at all…I need you to tell me.”
