Exposed: New Adult Sport Romance (The Boys of Winter Book 5) by Violet Vaughn Read Free Book Online Page B

find out and come to me. That we would become a family, and everything would be okay.”
    Trevor swallows and takes a deep breath. “I just about died when Beth told me how hurt you were about Cara. I know I shouldn’t have let it happen, and being drunk was no excuse. But I swear I thought you were done with me and doing what you always did, avoiding confrontation.”
    I do avoid confrontation, and it’s not so crazy to think Trevor thought I was hoping he would just break up with me to end things, so I wouldn’t have to.
    He twists a strand of my hair around his finger the way he used to. “Every race I went to I looked for you. I kept hoping you’d come back to me some day. When I went to college I refused to change my phone number just in case you decided to text or call.”
    I think about the years I spent trying to get over Trevor. How I would see blond hair on a slim guy and my heart would race, thinking it might be him, only to be disappointed when it wasn’t. Fresh tears well up in my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
    “I know. I’m not sure why I just told you that.” He looks down at his hands and then back to me. “I’m going to go.”
    I nod, and he opens the door to leave. Before he steps out he says, “Thank you for telling me what really happened with us.”
    A wry smile turns my lips up, and I say, “Thank you for telling me your side.”
    He stands and shuts the door as a chill runs through me. This time I do watch as Trevor walks across the street, with his head down, toward the Gold Pan parking lot. It’s dark now, and I pull out onto the main road.
    Blasting the heat in hopes I can warm up, I don’t bother stopping at the grocery store as I had planned and decide to eat whatever I can find. Food doesn’t seem important right now. I’m trying to wrap my brain around the idea that I was the one that pushed Trevor away.
    The traffic light turns yellow as I approach, and in my distracted state it takes a moment for me to realize I need to stop. I brake harder than usual, causing my body to jerk forward. I’ve never been an open person. I don’t need many friends and could spend days all alone. Trevor and I struggled with how hard it was for me to share my feelings, and it took me a long time to be comfortable enough to tell him my hopes and fears. I trusted him with almost as much as I do my mother. And he trusted me when I promised to share when things were wrong.
    I thought of what he did with Cara as the ultimate betrayal, and it’s what allowed me to keep our daughter a secret for so many years. But now I’m seeing his cheating with different eyes. While it’s still awful, I understand how the sixteen-year-old Trevor I loved so deeply could be heartbroken enough that he did something to hurt me back.
    My body quivers when I recall how good it felt to be in his arms earlier. Trevor held me tight while I cried, and he stroked my hair. His unique scent comforted me, and I could have been back in high school with the way I melted in his embrace.
    The details of Trevor’s mature face are etched in my mind, and my fingers itch to draw them. I smile to myself as I determine I need to sketch the eyebrow arch he does that still makes my knees weak. But then I shake my head, because what the hell am I thinking, crushing on Trevor after all these years?
    When I get home I drop my things and search for my old sketchbook dedicated to Trevor. I whip off my coat and let it fall to the floor as I plop down on the couch and scratch away madly.
    Surveying the results, I’m pleased that I managed to capture the anger in his eyes when he came back to the car to talk me. That’s what I need to remember, because I shouldn’t be forgiven so easily. I did something awful, and Trevor has every right to be mad.
    I flip back through the pictures I drew of him during my pregnancy. Tracing the lines of the boyish faces, I think about how I’m the one that betrayed Trevor, our baby, and us. If I had done the right