Screw this. “Excuse me.” I huffed in frustration and brushed past him. “Good night, Trevor.” His hand prevented me from taking another step forward. I snapped around to face him, annoyed he wanted to talk now. I had nothing to say to him, the experience I had witnessed several hours prior still too fresh in my mind to have a rational conversation with the man just yet. He stood frozen, shifting uncomfortably, remaining tongue-tied. “What is it, Trevor? I’m tired and want to go back to sleep.” I hated to sound so cold, but my heart hurt even though it had no right to. He went to speak, but stopped himself.
I took a deep breath to get my bearings. I leaned forward and took it from her. My lips made contact with the soft skin of her fingers. Damn. Whoever thought eating a muffin and having a cup of tea wasn’t a turn-on had never been in my shoes. This shit was hot. I wasn’t referring to her tea either.