Free Pretending She's His: A Hard Feelings Novella by Kelsie Leverich Page B

eyes and drifting off into dreamland sounded like heaven—but it looked like she was going to have to endure some pillow talk first.
    She sighed and rolled over to face Trevor. When she looked at him that stupid tickle took over her stomach again. He looked at her differently than before, which she supposed was normal considering they got a tiny glimpse of a different side of each other these last two days. But the way her body responded to this new look shocked her. It had always been easy to turn Trevor down because he was the male version of herself. Casual sex and easy relationships were their signatures and on the surface, they seemed like the perfect match. But she knew his type and how they operated because she was the type. She operated the same damn way. She didn’t get close and she didn’t get serious. She had no hang-ups, no heartbroken past that would cause her to shy away from the proverbial happily ever after, and no insecurities she needed to work through. She had just never felt it. She never felt the desire to want anything more than casual fun from a man. But here lay the problem: The way Trevor looked at her paired with the way it made her feel—that unfamiliar little pitter patter that had somehow crept into her chest—made her feel more than she had ever felt before. And it terrified her. It screamed heartbreak. She just didn’t know if it would be hers or his.
    Trevor’s face contorted into a goofy-ass frown, his brows furrowing, causing deep wrinkles to form between his eyes. “You’ve got that look,” he said, unsure.
    “What look?” she questioned, fighting back a yawn.
    “Like you’re plowing through some serious shit in that confusing head of yours.”
    “I’m just exhausted,” she said, refusing to admit that she was juggling the new and strange feelings she was suddenly having toward him. He was Trevor. Trevor. Maybe it was just the alcohol.
    “All right, roll back over. I’ve got this,” he teased, moving closer to her. That would have been just fine had her heart not decided to lodge in her throat at the little movement. He stretched his arm out across the mattress in front of him. “Come on,” he encouraged. “I’ll spoon ya.”
    “I think you like this more than me,” she said as she rolled over to her side and rested her head on his arm. He instantly wrapped his free arm around her stomach and pulled her against him.
    He laughed. “Yeah, you’re probably right. But don’t tell anyone.”
    “Heaven forbid your ladies’-man reputation gets tainted by the rumor that you like to cuddle before you fall asleep.”
    “Actually, tell away. It might score me a few more points. Not that I need any.”
    Shaking her head she said, “And there’s the Trevor I know and love. Thought I lost you there for a little bit while you were playing boyfriend of the year today.”
    He scooted in closer to her back and fastened his grip on her a little tighter. “Nope, I’m still here.”
    She laughed. “Good, I was worried.”
    She felt his fingers slip beneath the hem of her tank top. The rough pads of his fingertips softly brushed the skin above her panties, causing the muscles in her stomach to tighten as the rest of her body froze. “So you didn’t like pretending with me?” he whispered. His face was buried against the back of her neck and his warm breath tickled her skin in the best possible way.
    “Trevor”—she inhaled as his fingers started travelling up her stomach toward her naked breasts—“what are you doing?” Her voice sounded airy, nervous, and excited all at once, betraying her from her attempts at sounding stern.
    “What does it feel like I’m doing?” he asked. Dammit . His voice took on a new tone, a sexy quality that she never expected or heard. It made that tickle in her stomach spread lower until it reached hot right between her thighs.
    “It feels . . .” she trailed off as his hand reached the underside of her breast.
    “Does it feel