Trevor's actions weren't anything new. That's what made our friendship so complicated. He would do things that would make it seem like he was interested in me and then turn around and say something completely different. It never made any sense, but it was just how things were between us. I really think that in his eyes, I'm just one of the guys.
I found Gavin back in my apartment and resumed our conversation, a rather strong cocktail in hand. It was nice talking to a guy who listened for a change. Trevor, Noah, Cohen, and Conner although different in a lot of ways, were very similar in others. None of them listened. There were times when I literally felt like I was talking to a brick wall. However, Gavin listened to what I had to say and asked questions about things.
"I can't believe you left me outside," I heard Trevor say from behind me, interrupting what Gavin was saying. I spun around.
"Well I can't believe you talk to me like that," I spat. Trevor looked confused. He genuinely didn't seem to know that what he said was inappropriate, doesn't matter if he thinks I'm one of the guys.
"I was just joking around Ky," he said. He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. The problem with Trevor when he was drinking, was he was really touchy feely, but mostly just with me. It was one of those things he did that made it seem like he was interested.
"Forgive me?" he asked quietly into me ear. His hot breath sent chills up and down my spine. How could I stay mad at someone who had that kind of effect on me? It was like I was powerless.
I mustered up the strength the push myself away. "We'll talk later," I said and then turned back around to face Gavin.
"What's his deal?" Gavin asked once Trevor walked away.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Does he not want you talking to other guys? He's not your boyfriend right?"
"No he's definitely not my boyfriend," I said quickly.
"But you like him?" Gavin asked.
I laughed, "No, we just have a really weird friendship. That's all. He surprisingly knows me better than anyone else in the world, although it doesn't always seem like it."
"Well then you're single and could go out with me tomorrow night?" he smiled.
"I don't know," I said cautiously.
"Come on. Just one date. Couldn't hurt, right?"
I sighed, "I guess not."
I was always reluctant to go out on dates lately. I wanted to not be in love with Trevor, and sometimes figured that going out on dates would help me get over those feelings. If I found someone amazing I would surely fall in love with him right? The problem was, I didn't want Trevor thinking I had a boyfriend. I wanted to be available for that relationship to happen whenever he was ready for it. If he thought I had a boyfriend, then he would probably never make a move on me. In fact he would probably just go out and find a girlfriend. It wouldn't be hard for him. Girls were always all gaga over him.
As everyone started to leave around two in the morning I found refuge on the couch. My blood alcohol level was significantly raised, and I was finding it harder to stay awake. Lily and Skylar were still locked in my bedroom and I figured that I was going to be spending the night on that couch. Something I had done numerous times. I made myself comfortable sprawling out across the entire couch.
"How you doing?" Trevor asked sitting on the floor by where my head was laying. He had traded his beers for a bottle of water. I could tell by his eyes that he was drunk, but not as bad as I was.
"I'm tired," I managed to say.
"Why don't you go to bed?" he asked.
"Because Lily locked the door," I said letting my eyes close.
"Want to come stay with me? I have a comfy bed to sleep on," he offered. Another sign he was interested, we would on occasion share a bed when one or the other got locked out due to roommate sex.
Even though I couldn't imagine walking up a flight of stairs without injuring myself, the idea of getting to cuddle in close to Trevor on his full size bed was super enticing.
"Okay," I eventually said opening my eyes back up. Trevor stood up and offered a hand down to me. I took it and he helped me to my feet.
With his arm around my waist he helped guide me upstairs into his apartment and then into his room. Apparently Conner had found another girl to sleep with that he would never call again, and he went home with her. So Trevor and I had the room to ourselves thankfully. I didn't want to hear all the crap we usually got when we stayed the night together.
Trevor gave me a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants to sleep in before pulling off his own shirt and jeans, leaving him in his boxers. In my drunken haze, I openly swooned at the sight of him shirtless. I couldn't pull my eyes away.
"Are you gonna change? Or just stand there?" Trevor laughed.
I snapped back to reality. "Well not while you're looking," I said.
"Nothing I haven't seen before Ky," he said climbing into bed shirtless much to my dismay. He usually slept with a shirt on and it was hard enough then, but now I was supposed to sleep next to him in boxers and shirtless? And actually keep my hands to myself?
"When have you ever seen me naked?" I demanded.
"Well not you technically, but girls in general. You all have the same parts," he said.
I laughed, "You're so dumb." I turned to go to the bathroom to change, but the alcohol in my body caused my equilibrium to be non-existent. I tripped over my own feet as I turned and toppled to the ground in a fit of giggles.
"Who's the dumb one?" Trevor laughed standing up over me.
"I'm not dumb, I'm drunk," I said still laughing.
"Obviously," he said extending a hand down to me. I grabbed it and he yanked me up off the floor. Again my body didn't want to function properly and instead of coming to a stand still I continued forward and crashed into his bare chest. Trevor quickly wrapped an arm around my waist trying to stabilize me.
"Can I even trust you to get dressed by yourself?" Trevor asked once I regained my balance.
"I think you just want to see me naked," I said flirtatiously looking up at him, our bodies still pressed against each other. The alcohol was impairing my judgment apparently as well.
"Well of course, but I also don't want you to smash your pretty little face into the floor," he smiled.
"Ah, you're so kind," I said sarcastically.
He looked down at me and I felt electricity surge through me. I was completely aware of how close we were, the feeling of his arms around me, the touch of his skin, every breath he took, and the pounding of my own heart. There was no place I would rather be than right there.
"How about that shirt?" he said just above a whisper as his hands moved from around my waist to the hem of my shirt. He slowly pulled the shirt up and over my head. I watched his eyes graze over my half naked body. This was uncharted territory for us. We had never quite made it this far before. My stomach was full of butterflies.
He started to bring his face closer to mine, gently wetting his lips with his tongue. That's when it hit me. All the alcohol in my system started to make my stomach churn.
I quickly yanked myself away from him and surprisingly made it into the bathroom without falling and before the entire contents of my stomach came out my mouth.