“You want to know for the same reason I wanted to punch Axel’s face in.”
“Andrew,” I correct.
He rolls his eyes. “So, just say whatever it is you’re so busy overthinking about.”
I slide farther onto the bed, leaning my back against the wall and crossing my legs. “Which part? Why you were in such a shitty mood when you got home from work? Why did you even leave the house? Why wouldn't you talk to me? How did you end up out of the city with Drew’s crazy ex-girlfriend? I mean, I don’t even know if I want to know the answers to the questions swirling in my mind.”
“And why she was naked in the back seat of my car?” He arches a brow, knowing damn well it’s driving me insane.
“Well, I can do the math in my head,” I say shyly, bowing my head because I don’t think I’m strong enough to hear it.
“You really think that?” I hear the pain in his voice, and I cringe at the way his words cut through me.
“Well, your track history isn’t very promising. Like when you asked my friend, Heather McNeil, out and promised her a good time, only to ditch her at the movie theater when you ran into Betsy St. Clair and ended up making out with her in the parking lot.”
“I was a dumb kid,” he says, “running on hormones.”
I chuckle, agreeing. “Well, I’m not so sure much has changed.” I know my words catch him off guard, but he reaches for my hand and ignores my comments. I don’t know if this is going to be the end of whatever we had, or…
“You know you’re going to have to learn to trust me, now that we’re together.”
His words stop my thoughts, and I’m immediately silenced.
I look up and see a smile spread across his face, his fingers gripping mine tighter.
“Oh?” My brows rise. “We’re together now?”
“Well, yeah. Do you see any other girls walking around here?”
I burst out in easy laughter. “Give it a few days. I’m sure they’ll be here in no time.”
“Guess I deserved that.” He grins, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my hand. “You know you can trust me, Viola.” His voice sounds sincere. “I may be a lot of things, but I’ve never lied to you.”
He’s right. Travis King may be a lot of things, but he’s not a liar. He’s always been honest and straightforward about everything. Even when his honest words weren’t what I wanted to hear.
“So, Mia being naked in your back seat?” I cringe at saying the words aloud again. “Nothing happened between you two?”
“Viola?” He places his finger under my chin and locks his eyes on mine. “Do you trust me?”
He’s not exactly answering the question, but deep inside, I do trust him. Remembering what Drew said back at the hospital, Travis would never betray him.
I nod.
“Good, because I’m not sharing you with anyone else.”
“You can’t just be a caveman and claim me,” I tease as his thumb lingers over my bottom lip.
“Sure, I can. You’re mine.”
Goose bumps.
His words send shivers down my spine at how genuine his words sound. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear him say.
But I won’t give in that easy. At least not right away.
“Come closer,” he says.
“You aren’t the boss of me, Travis King.”
