Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Trev,” I say in almost a whisper.
“Hey, darlin’,” he says with that Texas drawl I hope he’ll never lose.
He glides his hands up my back, causing me to shiver. His blue eyes darken and drop slowly to my lips. This has to be a dream. That would be the only way to explain this.
“Is your sister right about us?” he asks, his gaze never leaving my mouth.
“Right about us?”
“She says we should be together. She says you’ve been feeling the same way I’ve been feeling about you,” he replies, lifting his eyes to mine.
“How have you been feeling about me, Trevor?” I say shakily.
Instead of speaking the words, he shows me. He captures my lips with his, nearly pulling a whimper from me. The one time I kissed a guy before was nothing like this. This kiss has me feeling him in my bones.
He starts off gently and slowly. Testing the seam of my lips with his tongue. As if sampling a taste before finally diving in. Oh God, does he dive in. When I open my mouth to him, he consumes me.
I shove my fingers into his thick, silky locks. He digs his fingers into my back, his short, blunt nails biting into my skin. His mouth tastes of salted caramel and truffles.
I smile into the kiss. I’d know that flavor anywhere. He stole one of my cupcakes.
“Trevor Paul Monroe,” I break the kiss and say.
“Yeah, darlin’?” he breathes in a husky drawl.
“I made those cupcakes for us to share. How dare you go sneaking one before our tradition?” I chide with a teasing smile on my lips.
“I think we’ll be making new traditions,” he says with a crooked smile before pecking my lips.
My cheeks heat as reality sets in. Trev kissed me. Um, let’s rewind this a bit.
“You have feelings for me?”
“Should I kiss you again?” His gaze returns to my lips.
Searching his eyes, I push my fingers through the front of his hair. I’ve waited for this moment for forever. Yet, I’m in shock and serious denial. I need to touch him to make sure this is real.
“Maybe not.” I nod behind him toward our friends. “I mean, not if they’re going to keep that up.”
“Just ignore them like I am,” he says. “Cakes?”
I grin at the nickname I’ve had all my life. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna kiss you again.”
“Oh, okay.”
He takes my mouth and devours me to the chorus of increasing cheers of our friends. I tune them all out just like he said. In this moment, it’s me, Trev, and the wild pounding of my heart.
I sag in disappointment when he breaks the kiss. He releases a heavy breath, then kisses my nose. I feel like I bloom from the inside out. This is so different from every time he has kissed the top of my head in a friendly gesture.
Those were buddy kisses. Attention he gave to his best friend’s sister. I was only a sidekick to their relationship. Those were moments of looking after me as a big brother. This… this is something absolutely different.
“We’re getting you on that plane.”
I know he will; this is Trev. He does what he says. He’s never failed me or my sister ever.
CHAPTER 3
Freaking Out
Lynn
I curse and fuss as I try to open the latch to pull the truck bed down on Brooke’s truck. I’m not tall enough to reach in for the cupcakes and my bag. Trev went to get something from his truck.
“Whoa, whoa, what did my truck ever do to you?” Brooke says as she comes rushing over.
“This stupid thing is rusted shut. Why on earth do you still have this thing? It’s not like we don’t have money for you to get a new one,” I huff.
“It shows I have character. Anyone can throw something away and get something new in its place. My truck shows I’m willing to stick to my responsibilities and commitments.
“I’m willing to do the work. Besides, it’s not rusted shut. You just need to know how to show it some love to open it up. It reminds me a lot of you,” she replies.
I stick my tongue out at her. My sister will find any conversation to show her wisdom. It’s something we all love about her. Her words always make their mark and cause you to feel like you’ve gained something.
“Yeah, whatever, I need my things.”
“Don’t you go pouting at me over some boy,” she teases.
“This isn’t about some boy.”
“Bull poopy. That’s Trev’s shirt you have on. I just saw him over by his truck with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You’re over here for those cupcakes. Like I don’t know you two plan to head to the cabin,” she says with a smile.
I run a hand over my hair and begin to hop from foot to foot. All the nerves I’ve been trying to avoid crash into me. I’m going to spend time alone with Trevor.