“Tinker Bell, huh?” he asked.
“Yes.” I closed my eyes and felt his warm breath along the top of my head.
“I’m more of a Wonder Woman kind of guy, but I’m willing to overlook your Disney addiction.”
I attempted a smile but had no idea if it passed muster or not. As it was, I was lucky to be articulate enough to speak. “It’s not an addiction. I don’t own the Disney princess line of pajamas or anything.”
“Good to know,” he chuckled and then pulled back. “Are you ready to go to bed?”
I nodded, because I couldn’t speak. That big old lump was back, clogging my throat. I’d never shared a bed with anyone other than Hailey. Like ever. And here I was, alone with Trevor Lewis and an Olympic-sized mattress.
He tugged off his T-shirt, tossed it, and then his eyes were on me, a wicked glint in them as his fingers went for the zipper on his shorts. I scrambled for the bed, pulling back the covers so I could climb inside, but snuck a quick peek just to make sure he wasn’t, I don’t know, naked or anything.
He wasn’t naked, but he may as well have been. He wore a pair of black boxers, but not the kind that I was used to seeing in my house. Nope. His were the kind that athletes or actors or hot guys wore. They were the tight kind, the kind that showed off a very male and very well put together body.
Oh. My. God.
I turned on my side and felt him slide in behind me. He moved around a bit, punched his pillow, and then…
I held my breath, not wanting to breathe. Not knowing what to do.
Because then his arms were around me, and he pulled me in as close as two people could be. His hands were warm, just below my breasts, and his mouth was near my ear.
I’m pretty sure my heart was beating so fast and hard that he could not only feel it but hear it too.
“So you know,” he murmured, “I should probably warn you that I’m the king of cuddling.”
“Cuddling?” I managed to say without sounding like too much of an idiot.
“Cuddling,” he repeated. “King.”
“Okay,” I whispered, not really sure where he was going with this, but I relaxed a bit.
“Nice?” he murmured, snuggling closer.
Nice? He felt amazing. His body was hard and lean and so different from mine.
“Yes.”
A heartbeat passed, and then I asked a question that had been buzzing around my brain since we got here.
“Can I ask you something?” I whispered.
“Anything.”
“Have you brought other girls here?”
Trevor was silent for a few moments, and when he spoke, I felt his warm breath on my skin. “Not a lot or anything, but Bailey’s been here a few times.”
“In this bed?” Oh. My. God. Like where else would they be?
Again a pause.
“Yeah.”
“And you guys…” I don’t know why, but suddenly tears poked the corners of my eyes. Hot, prickly tears. How inconvenient. “Never mind.”
“Hey,” he said, voice low. “It’s okay. I’m not hiding anything from you. I’ll tell you anything that you want to know.”