Page 73 of How We Loved

The last time I was here, it was all new, being around his friends—and honestly, being with Trevor as well—so I only had a few sips of the beer the girls handed me, but tonight, a drink sounds amazing to go along with the relief I feel about our fight being over, and maybe it will help me warm up a bit.

“Sure, grab me one,” I respond.

“Nice.” He grins and leans in to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let any of these assholes try to hit on you.”

“Or just straight steal her from you?” a guy I don’t recognize from last time yells out.

Trevor points at him. “Especially that guy.”

He stands to show off his physique. “She’ll like me better anyway.”

Trevor shakes his head with a chuckle under his breath, then looks at me. “On second thought, why don’t you just come with me?”

The guy laughs. “See? You know I’m just better like that. Mr. Got Your Girl is what they call me.”

I giggle at his antics. “Who’s that?”

“Ignore him.” Trevor blows me off as he leads me toward the truck that holds all the beer.

“Ladies,” Trevor says as he approaches the two girls who I recognize from last time. “You remember Maya?”

I wave my hello. “Hi.”

“Hey, glad to see you’re back,” one of them says. “Want a shot?” She holds out a bottle of tequila.

I grab it from her happily. “Actually, yeah, that sounds pretty good.”

Trevor raises his eyebrows. “Well, it’s that kind of night, huh?”

I smile as I hold the bottle to my lips and take a sip, then give it back to her. I know my limits, and a tiny sip, along with the beer I’m about to drink, will be just fine for me now, so it will wear off by the time I go home in a few hours.

Trevor opens the can of Coors Light and hands it to me. “You can chase it with this.”

I do as I was told, not loving the combination of tequila and beer, but knowing the effects are why you drink it, not the taste.

With our drinks in hand, we head back to the rest of the crowd to choose where we’ll hang out for the night. When Trevor sees an opening on a tailgate next to Nick and Justin, who I remember from the first night I met Trevor, he leads us there. He hops up so he is sitting with his rear end barely on the tailgate, then brings me between his legs, wrapping his arms around me.

Feeling his warmth engulf me makes me feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

We kiss like this, and then I turn so I’m leaning back against him.

We sit, wrapped in each other, as one drink turns into two, then three. With all of us just hanging out and laughing at crazy stories people are telling, I don’t even realize I am getting a very certain buzz until it hits me, and I lean back even more on Trevor.

“You okay?” he whispers in my ear.

I chuckle because his breath tickled my ear, and with the alcohol flowing, I couldn’t help myself. “Yeah, just feeling it a little.” I set my beer down. “I should stop drinking.”

He sets his drink down and hops off the tailgate. “Here, let’s go to my truck.”

I follow, thinking sitting down is probably a good idea for me right now.

He opens the passenger door for me, and I kiss him right before I enter.

“Thank you.”

He grips my ass. “No. Thank you for being here tonight.”

I climb in the truck, unsteady at best, and rest my head against the headrest, breathing through the feeling starting to take over.

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