Page 54 of How We Loved

“We thought he was feeding us a load of crap every time he talked about you,” the guy continues to taunt him. “A couple of us took the night off work just to see for ourselves.”

I nudge Trevor. “You talk about me?”

“All the time,” Nick says. “I kept having to vouch for him that you really did exist.”

“Now, you guys see why I was bragging about her.” He kisses my lips, then turns back to the group. “She’s fucking hot!”

I laugh, looking up at him, so proud to be his girlfriend.

The night progresses, and I can tell Trevor’s had a few more beers than the one I gave him when we first arrived. We’re all in a group when he stands, grabs my hand, and tugs me to stand up with him.

I do, and when I hear everyone whistle behind us, butterflies fill my belly.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“To my truck, of course.”

Knowing he means he’s taking me there to make out gets me so excited. He opens the door for me to climb in, and as I do, he walks around to the driver’s side to get in himself.

Instantly, he’s all over me, and he slides me down to my back and kisses me with a little more force than I’m used to.

The taste I’ve grown to love on him has changed to that of beer and the cigarette I saw him puffing on a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” I say, trying to slow him down, nervous that the alcohol is fueling this more than a desire to be with me and not just anyone else who would give him the time of day.

“Hey what?” he asks as he moves to my neck and down to my breasts.

“Can we just?—”

I’m cut off with the sound of my phone ringing.

I push him off of me. “Hold on. I need to get that in case it’s my dad.”

He doesn’t move from being on top of me, but allows me to reach for my phone, and I see Ben’s name flashing across my screen.

“Don’t answer that,” he says with a meanness to his tone I’ve never heard come out of him.

I hit the Decline button and place the phone beside me.

I smile up at him, hoping that call gave him the pause we needed to get back to how we had been when we made out the first time, when alcohol wasn’t involved.

He gives me a cocky grin. “Now, where were we?”

He leans back down and kisses me more softly this time. I breathe a sigh of relief and kiss him back.

It only takes a few minutes to get me totally into making out with him at a more normal pace when my phone rings again.

We both let out a frustrated moan as I grab it and see Ben’s name on my screen again.

This time, he takes it from me and swipes it on, only to say, “She’s busy,” then hangs up.

My eyes shoot up in shock as he throws the phone down on the floor and goes right back to kissing me. This time, his hands are under my shirt, and before I know it, he slips it over my head and off me completely.

The way he grabs my chest, squeezing a little too hard, has me unnerved. He’s going way too fast all of a sudden, and I don’t like the aggressive manner I haven’t seen from him until now.

Is this how alcohol makes people act when they are being intimate with someone else?

I’ve drunk before, but I’ve never really been around people who are drunk, and I’ve never truly been drunk myself. The guys are always strict about keeping things under control, so I’m not sure how to handle how he’s acting.

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