“Yeah?” Skyler hates how eager and hopeful he sounds. He needs to reel it in before he scares him away.
But Trevor smiles and says, “Yeah. But I’ll expect you to make me breakfast in the morning.”
He grins, his heart suddenly as light as a feather. “I can do that.”
Chapter Eleven
Before
TREVOR
TREVOR COULD ALREADY barelyremember his life without Skyler in it. They fit together so seamlessly, it felt like he’d always been there. Like Skyler was intrinsically a part of him. Was this how it felt for everyone when they were falling for someone?
Or was it because they were always together? They lived and worked together, so it kind of made sense. Except it wasn’t the same with any of the other guys in the band as it was with him and Skyler.
One time when they’d been at the studio recording and Skyler had to go to the bathroom, Trevor got up to go with him, and Oli made a joke about him holding Skyler’s dick for him. But really, Trevor hadn’t wanted him to get lost because it was a huge building.
Okay. So maybe he’d become a tad too obsessed with Skyler. But he couldn’t help it. Wherever Skyler was, that was where he wanted to be.
God, he was turning into such a sap.
As Skyler burrowed himself farther into his side, fingers curling against Trevor’s stomach, while they watchedGilmore Girlson Trevor’s bed, though, he realized that didn’t bother him at all.
He leaned over to kiss Skyler’s temple, smiling at the pleased hum the small action elicited. He wished they could stay here forever. Everything was moving so fast with the band, but time slowed down whenever it was just him and Skyler at home in this room.
But they couldn’t have this forever. They were leaving to start their tour tomorrow. They’d be surrounded by people, onstage and off. Living on tour buses and out of hotel rooms. And it was exciting, but it would be hard leaving this behind. Their little private nirvana.
“Are you nervous about the tour?” he asked, carding his fingers carefully through Skyler’s hair.
“No, I’m excited.”
“Okay, good. You seemed weird today when the interviewer was asking about it.”
Skyler sat up properly to face him, but he didn’t meet Trevor’s eyes, glancing downward with a sheepish expression instead. “I was distracted by his tattoos.”
“What?”
Skyler looked at him now, chewing on his lip until Trevor put his thumb there, coaxing him to release it. “Didn’t you notice all the tattoos on his arms? They were so hot, I couldn’t stop staring at them.”
Trevor laughed. He’d be offended his boyfriend was checking out another guy if he hadn’t noticed the ink too. “So you think tattoos are hot?”
“Mm-hmm,” Skyler said. “I’ve never considered getting any myself, but on other people, yeah. They can definitely look hot.”
Trevor looked down at his own arms, considering.
Skyler chuckled. “I’m not sure they’d go with your whole surfer dude aesthetic.”
“For the last time, I’m not a surfer,” he admonished, pinching Skyler’s side.
Skyler yelped then resettled against him.
Trevor rubbed his thumb over the spot he'd pinched. “I’ve kind of always wanted them. But my mom kept reminding me to think of my future, and if tattoos would get in the way of me finding the job I want.”
“What job could you possibly want more than this?” Skyler asked.
“Exactly. So maybe it’s time.”
“Really?”
