Until Trevor

As usual, when she has her Kindle in her hand, the world could crumble around her and she wouldn't have a clue.

All my life I have been reading romance novels. Those stupid books ruined me. I’ve always wanted that fire that every book I ever read talks about.

I love you. Don't ever doubt that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me.

This is going to happen." "What?" I ask, my eyebrows drawn together in confusion. His finger comes up and skims down the center of my face, forehead to chin. "You and I, , we're going to happen.

Jesus. I love you so fucking much; you would think I was growing a vagina.

I’m going to be your best friend.

I’m the lucky one. I didn’t think that I would ever want someone to have the kind of power over me that you hold. I know my future is going to be amazing because you’re going to be by my side; and with you, everything is better.

There is nothing more beautiful than watching your body being taken over by what I’m doing to you,

look at Trevor and he is looking around like he didn’t just tell me that we were going to be living together. Instead, he looks like he just told me what kind of coffee he prefers. “What

Now, you tell me, if Trevor Mayson was inside you, asking you to live with him, what would you do? Exactly.

I'm surprised that this place didn’t catch fire when he kissed you,” my mom says, beaming at me. I bite my lip, asking myself, not for the first time, what just happened.

So are you and Liz living together?” “Yes, but don't tell her I told you that.” “So you're living together but she doesn't know it?” “Pretty much.” I shrug.

Once we finished, she climbed off me, went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back to bed with a rag, wiping me off before crawling on top of me.

I want to see what I will be getting later tonight.” I look at the nude-colored lace that sits under her belly button and shows off the cheeks of her ass. “You’re getting your hand, buddy.” She pats my chest. “I’m staying at my mom’s tonight, remember?” Fuck, I forgot about that. “Who made that stupid rule up?” “I don’t know,” she shrugs, shimmying her dress back over her hips. “You’re not leaving me tonight until I taste you; so you need to figure out how to make that happen, or your mom’s going to be pissed when I show up at her house, telling her that I need to eat her daughter’s p**sy before I go to bed or else I can’t sleep.” I watch her cheeks turn bright pink as she glares at me. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, but wouldn’t I?” I smirk. I wouldn’t do that, exactly, but I would show up at her mom’s to get my nightly snack. “Trevor.” “Figure it out, babe.