At some point he turned off the book, knowing I wasn’t paying attention as his hands brought me sweet agony. It was amazing how much pain his hands were inflicting, and yet it felt good at the same time.
The sexual haze when he first laid his hands on my back melted away as he worked out a huge knot in between my shoulder blades. My mind drifted off, trying to escape the pain.
I vaguely heard myself begin to snore and jerked awake.
“Shhh, McKenna, it’s okay. Sleep for a while. I’ll wake you up before the bar closes so you don’t get caught out of your room.”
“Cheeks said she was going to crash in the room with the other girls.” My voice sounded far away as Trip continued working on my back.
A loud snore startled me awake. I blinked quickly, trying to figure out where I was. Slowly, the night came back and my blood grew hot thinking of Trip’s hands caressing me. Well, in my mind I was going to remember it as caressing and not digging into knots that took me years to build up.
Trip’s arms were wrapped tight around my waist, bringing my back flush to his front. One of his hands was precariously close to my breast. At some point one of us must have covered me with my hoodie. I spotted my sports bra still on the nightstand where I put it.
Trip hugged me tighter when I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. My bladder was bursting from the bottle of water I guzzled, and if he squeezed me tighter I was going to pee all over him. I tried again to get out of his grasp, but his arms were like bands of steel.
“Trip, I’m going to pee on you if you don’t let me go,” I confessed as I tapped on his arm to get free.
“Raine, I didn’t know you were into golden showers. Kinky.”
Trip’s voice ghosted over the shell of my ear, and when he chuckled goosebumps burst over my skin. His arms slowly released me and I sprinted out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom.
“What time is it?” I asked as I washed my hands and splashed water on my face.
“It’s three in the morning.” Trip yawned widely when I came back out of the bathroom.
He looked adorable. His hair was mussed from jumping on the bed and sleeping. The blue of his eyes was blurry, half hidden by his hooded eyelids. My heart raced at the sight.
“Good, I can get back before anyone notices I’m missing.”
Trip’s face hardened and he looked over my shoulder instead of meeting my eyes.
“Yep, your bladder saved the day.”
What the hell was that about?
“Are you okay?” I asked, moving to put my shoes on.
Trip climbed out of bed and pulled me in a hug.
“I’m fine. I’m not a morning person. Do you want me to walk you back to your room?
“No. It would be better if I walked back alone. That way it’s less likely we’ll get caught.”
I lost myself in Trip’s hug, holding on tight. When he released me I let my eyes wander over his bare chest, tracing his defined abs, trying to memorize them.
“Raine.” Trip’s voice pulled me away from his abs and I had to stop myself from frowning at him for distracting my studying.
He cleared his throat and grabbed my hand, leading me out of the bedroom. “You trust me, right?”
I nodded, confused at his mood change.
“I’m trying to be a good friend.”
“Trip, you are the best friend.”
He frowned again and ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes scanned my face before he let go of my hand, still not saying anything.
“I’m sorry I let you fall asleep. You pitched so hard today I knew you must have been exhausted. It was stupid of me to invite you up here. You could still get caught and it would all be turned around on you and you’d be the bad guy.”
