“Sure. Her favorite trick is sleep,” Trevor says, earning a laugh.
They stay at least half an hour before making their way back up to the house. Trevor figures he can’t stay here all day, so reluctantly he says, “I guess I should probably go.”
Skyler hesitates a moment before replying, “Yeah, of course.”
Skyler walks him out to his car and gives Stella a big kiss on the forehead before Trevor gets her into the back. And then it’s the two of them, standing in front of each other beside the driver’s door.
Trevor scratches at his wrist. “Um.”
This is new. Skyler’s only ever walked him as far as the front door before. It’s almost like he’s back in high school after a date at the movies. Only back then, it was him walking a girl to her car after the date. Or honestly, he’s not sure he ever even did that.
Skyler shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and see? They made it weird. He hasn’t acted nervous any other time they hung out.
“Thanks for last night,” Skyler says suddenly, then immediately looks flustered when Trevor’s eyes go wide. “I mean, shit, that sounded like I was thanking you for se—” He shakes his head. “Anyway, I meant thanks for staying. It was nice having someone to make breakfast for. It’s been a long time.”
How long? Tell me exactly how long, Trevor wants to demand.
Was he the last person Skyler made breakfast for when they were still together? Or has Skyler made breakfast for a long list of one-night stands over the last five years? For someone who wasmore?
He wants to know, but he also doesn’t. Worries the answer might kill him. So.
“Yeah, it was nice,” he agrees.
Skyler runs a hand through his messy hair. “Are you busy tomorrow night?”
“No.”
When is he ever busy at night, really? Bingeing episodes ofSupernaturalin his boxers and drooling over Sam while Stella drools on his leg doesn’t count as busy.
“We could grab takeout from that Italian place Mike was raving about?”
“Oh.” Trevor twists his car keys around his fingers. “Yeah. Sure.”
Skyler frowns. “You don’t sound sure.”
“No, I am. Yes. Let’s do that. Italian sounds great,” he babbles.
“Bring Stella again?”
“She’d hold it against me if I didn’t,” he says, trying to sound calm. But he’s pretty sure bringing Stella again means staying the night again, and does that mean they didn’t make it as weird as he thought?
“Great,” Skyler says, smiling brightly. And then he leans in and gives Trevor a hug, arms wrapping around his waist and squeezing, cheek pressed against Trevor’s temple.
It’s a Skyler specialty. His limbs cling to Trevor’s body like a koala. And Trevor has no choice but to hug him back, bringing his arms up around Skyler’s shoulders. No one could resist a hug like this.
The moment he gets inside his car and Skyler carefully shuts the door for him, Trevor’s body regrets the loss of Skyler’s warmth. He tells himself he’s being ridiculous and turns the heat on as he leaves.
Stella starts whining from the backseat.
“I know, girl.” He glances at her in the rearview mirror and shakes his head. “We’re so screwed.”
Chapter Fourteen
Now
SKYLER
Skyler’s in the grocerystore trying to decide what to make for dinner for him and Trevor tonight when his phone starts going off with alerts. He ignores it in favor of checking out the local squash selection. A squash risotto might be nice.
