Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“In my book, it does make you a hero, Trevor. In most of the world’s book it does too, but I see what you’re saying about how it should be in the world.”
Trevor turned back to the food, a frown crossing his brow. He was just so uncomfortable with the talk of heroes. He just didn’t see it that way at all.
“No, handsome, don’t pull away from me. And I want you to keep eating. You need your strength. Besides, I think that’s the most you’ve said to me at one time since the bachelor party. And oh, how I loved the bachelor party. It’s the night I knew for sure that you were the one for me,” Reed said, dropping a fork full of food in his mouth. Then he pointed his fork to Trevor’s plate, encouraging him to eat.
“That seems like so long ago. I still don’t remember the bachelor party. I should have never gotten that drunk. Care to share yet?” Trevor asked with a wince.
“Only after you start eating again,” Reed said, then waited, eyeing him with a slight grin until Trevor took a bite. “Let’s see, I’ll tell you I was greatly disappointed that you didn’t call me after meeting you at the rehearsal dinner. I kept telling myself you would all that next day. That you had to feel the pull between us. I bet I checked my phone about a hundred times to make sure it still worked. I told my assistant to put every call through, not to screen any of them in hopes it would be you. I ended up talking to an energy company trying to save me money from my current electric provider. As it turned out, they were my current electric provider, who knew? I also spoke to a home security company. Did you know one in four homes is burglarized every twelve minutes? I know, shocking. But none of those calls were you, Mr. West, and my heart and confidence was left in tatters. I couldn’t wait to see you that night.” Reed looked up from his plate. Trevor’s blush was back, but he was also eating again.
“I remember being in the club, winning second place in Foosball, and I remember women dancing. I was afraid they were dancing on me based on the flash backs I had when I woke. I’m embarrassed as to what I did. I never sleep in the buff, and I woke that way. I’m nervous. I don’t drink a lot.”
“Yes, I do believe those were the words you said to me, perhaps right before you threw up,” Reed said, laughing when Trevor choked on the peach flavored iced tea his mother left for them.
“Oh god, I threw up? Did I throw up on you?” Trevor did a sideways wince, looking over at Reed, not quite able to make eye contact.
“Oh no, don’t worry. I wasn’t in the line of fire. You stumbled away from me, but your pants were around your ankles, making it hard for you to move too quickly.” Reed took a bite of food, a wicked grin curling the corners of his lips. Trevor could see Reed struggling to hold his composure over the laughter he wanted to give.
“Damn, it’s worse than I thought,” Trevor groaned, dropping his head back against the headboard.
“No, no, you must eat. No more storytelling until you eat a few more bites, handsome. Besides it was the day I fell in love with you. It will always be one of the most special days in my life. Now eat, and if you’re a good boy and eat everything on your plate, I’ll tell you what happened to your bathroom in Rylie’s apartment.” Reed chuckled, reaching over to cut a bite of Trevor’s enchiladas. He lifted the fork to feed him. It took a minute for Trevor to open his mouth, but he finally did. “I do love when you blush, Trevor.”
Trevor chewed quickly. “I don’t think I can take hearing anymore. Did I say I don’t drink very much?”
“Yes, you’ve said that a few times, both now and then as well. Now, let’s get some of our relationship formalities out of the way. What’s your favorite ice cream?” Reed asked, his empty plate balanced on his lap. He reached over again, cutting another piece of enchilada. He lifted the fork to Trevor’s mouth. “Eat, handsome. Your new antibiotics are strong. You need to take them on a full stomach, babe.”
“Ice Cream? Hmm...is vanilla too boring to say? I also like praline pecan. I don’t eat it much, but your mom always has it when we visit.” Trevor took a bite, chewing. He lifted a finger, pointing at Reed, motioning for him to answer his own question.
“Well, now this is a very hard question. There are so many delicious flavors... Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough, Chocolate Almond, Cheery Garcia...” Reed cut another bite, lifting it to Trevor.
“I’ve always wanted to try Cherry Garcia. I think it would probably move to the top of my list. I like cherries. Can’t see how that would be anything but great,” Trevor replied, before opening for the bite.
“It’s very good. We’ll pick some up tomorrow on the way home. It may just become your favorite. Now, what’s your preferred way to eat your eggs?”
“Scrambled, and you?” Trevor answered quickly, then chewed as Reed took the opening, and stuck another bite in his mouth.
“Also scrambled. What’s your favorite color?”
“Camo, duh.”
They both laughed. Reed handed Trevor his drink before gathering up the dishes onto the tray. Scooting to the end of the bed, Reed got up. “Would you like another plate? There’s plenty.”
“No, I’m good. I’m full and it’s delicious. I need to call your mom.” Trevor dusted off the duvet, pulling it up to cover his boxers.
“Here, keep your tea. You have medicine to take. Mom and Dad as well as Elise stopped by. They send their love. No one wanted to wake you. They’ll come by tomorrow night,” Reed called over his shoulder as he left the room with the tray.