“What are you talking about?” Jen asks, looking confused.
“You know, the part that’s in every movie and every book ever written; the one where you tell me that Trevor doesn’t care about me, and is only using me for sex…blah, blah, blah.” I narrow my eyes at her.
“It’s true; he doesn’t care about you.” She flips her long red hair over her shoulder. “I’m just trying to save you the heartache.” She pouts out her bottom lip.
“Awww, that so sweet. But I think I’ll stick around for a while. I mean, Lord, the things that man can do in bed are mind blowing. There’s this trick he does, when he’s going to—”
“You bitch! Stay away from him,” Jen yells, taking a step towards me.
“You should tell Trevor to stay away from me,” I smirk. I know she has tried to do that before and got shut down in front of all of her friends. I hate when women act desperate when it comes to men who don’t want them. Sadly, Jen is beautiful and could probably get any man she wanted if she wasn’t a whack job, as Trevor so eloquently put it.
“I’m telling—”
“You okay, baby?” Trevor asks, sticking his head into the bathroom. Nico pushes the door open all the way, stepping inside.
“Fuck yeah! Party in the bathroom!” Nico yells, making me laugh. I look at Jen, who is trying to kill me with her eyes. Trevor leans in, grabbing my hand pulling me out into the hall, where he presses me against the wall, trapping me with his weight.
“You good?” he asks, leaning in so that his mouth is next to my ear. I can’t focus when his body is pressed so tightly against mine.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, looking over his shoulder at Jen, who is walking out of the bathroom. Her eyes meet mine, and I know she’s not done with whatever evil plan she’s cooking up. “You’re right; she is a bitch,” I tell Trevor, making him laugh.
“If she fucks with you again, tell me. I knew she was up to something when I saw her and her posse walking into the bathroom after you left the table.”
“She said she wanted to give me some friendly advice, and that I should stay away from you,” I tell him matter-of-factly.
“That was nice of her.” Trevor smiles.
“I know. But I told her that I couldn’t break up with you yet because you’re good in bed. Then I was going to tell her about the thing you do with your tongue when you’re going down on me, but you showed up.”
“Sorry to have ruined your shining moment,” he laughs.
“You should be sorry.” I push at his chest. “I was going to verbally kick her ass.”
“Poor baby.” He laughs harder, kissing the side of my neck.
“When we get home, I’ll rub your ego to make up for the interruption.”
“I’m sure you will,” I smile.
He grabs my face, holding it between his hands. “I love you. Don’t ever doubt that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Do not make me cry in the middle of the bar, Trevor Earl Mayson.”
He looks up, his eyes bugging out. “Your mom told me,” I shrug.
“If you ever tell anyone my middle name, I will spank you.”
“Oh! So scary, Earl,” I laugh, ducking under his arm and running away from him. Before I can get too far, he has me up and over his shoulder. His hand lands on my ass with a loud smack, making me laugh harder. “You put me down right now, Ea—”
Before I can get the words out, I’m flipped, and his mouth is covering mine.
He pulls his mouth from mine, leaving me breathless. “Now, behave yourself.”
I smile up at him, and when I glance around the bar, I notice that Jen and her crew had been watching our little spectacle. I smirk at them and toss my hair over my shoulder. What I really want to do is yell ha ha he’s mine and stick out my tongue.
“Fine,” I say, walking back to the table, noticing that November is drinking cranberry juice.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask her, looking down at the glass in front of her.
“Oh yeah. I’m fine. I just don’t feel like drinking.”
“You don’t feel like drinking?” I ask, surprised. She always drinks beer when we’re out, except when she was—
“We’re pregnant.” Asher says proudly, puffing out his chest.
“Oh my God! Congrats!” I hug November, and then stand to hug Asher. “When did you find out?”
“This morning.” Asher puts his arm around her, kissing her nose.
“When do you find out what you’re having?”
“Not for a few weeks,” November says, rubbing her belly.