“Huh?”
“Gilmore Girls.” Trevor glanced cautiously at him before adding, “It’s my favorite show.”
“Seriously?”
“Don’t laugh.”
“I’m not laughing,” Skyler assured him.
Trevor sounded more confident now as he explained that it was his mom’s favorite show, and how she convinced him to watch it with her when he was younger, and it became their thing. All Skyler knew about the show was that it took place in a weird town.
“It’s about a mother who had her daughter when she was really young, and they’re more like best friends,” Trevor told him. “My mom had me when she was eighteen, and her parents basically disowned her for it, and my dad fucked off before I was even born, so it’s always been just me and her. And well. She’s my best friend.” He shrugged, like nothing he’d said was a big deal. “So no, I’m not trying to act cool. My mom’s my best friend, and when either of us is feeling down or whatever, we’ll watch it together.”
Skyler studied him a few moments. “You’re right, you’re not cool. You’re adorable.”
“Shut up, I am not,” Trevor huffed.
“I’m serious.”So freaking adorable.“So can we watch it? Please? I’ve never seen it.”
Trevor sighed, eyeing the TV screen where the preview clip for the action movie was still playing on a loop.
Skyler grabbed his arm and shook it up and down. “Please please please.”
“Okay, okay,” Trevor said laughing. “We can watch it.”
When Skyler adjusted his grip on his arm, gleefully wrapping himself around it like a koala to a tree branch, Trevor didn’t nudge him off. They settled back onto the pillows that were propped against the headboard, and Skyler tried in vain to ignore how good it felt to have Trevor’s warm skin pressed against hisown. He only hoped Trevor couldn’t hear how hard his heart was beating over the mellow background music of the opening shot.
He knew he was going to like the show from the first scene where a guy unknowingly flirted with both the mother and the daughter. And he found the gruff diner guy in flannel and a backward baseball cap weirdly hot.
By the third episode, they’d repositioned so that Skyler’s head rested in Trevor’s lap. He could hear Trevor above him, quietly saying some of the lines along with the characters, which was incredibly endearing. But not as endearing as the way he absentmindedly started playing with Skyler’s hair.
It was when Trevor accidentally tugged hard enough to make Skyler bite back a moan, that Skyler couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up abruptly and turned to Trevor, who looked surprised.
“What’s up?” Trevor asked.
Suddenly it seemed so ridiculous to keep pretending this was less than what it was. What he wanted it to be, at least. He couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“When are you going to kiss me?” he blurted out inelegantly.
Trevor’s eyebrows practically shot off his forehead and his voice cracked when he said, “What?”
“You heard me,” Skyler said gently. “That thing in the bathroom. I thought… I mean…” Oh god, was he wrong about this? He bit his lip then forced himself to release it. He couldn’t back out now. “Well,areyou going to kiss me?”
“I, but, um,” Trevor sputtered. “Ican’t.”
“Do you want to?” he asked, raw and honest. And maybe he should be embarrassed about it, but it was impossible for him to be any other way around Trevor.
Trevor’s face flashed through a dozen different emotions. Each second Skyler waited felt like a year. And then, finally—“Of course I do.”
His relief almost knocked him over. “So do it then,” he urged. Begged. Pleaded.
Come on, come on.
“But what about what Maggie said?”
Skyler groaned. “She didn’t say wecan’tdo anything. She was just concerned.” The concern almost seemed fake and manipulative, but now was not the time to worry about that.
“What if she’s right, though?” Trevor asked, scooting over and putting a bit more distance between them. Not as much as he could have though. And that gave Skyler hope.
