"No! I wasn't... I'd never... Tar," Trevor spluttered, completely appalled at the idea that he'd get her drunk on purpose. There was only one reason men did that to women and that hadn't been his aim at all. She had to know that. But he couldn't really verbalize what he was protesting exactly when her face and fingers were against his neck like that, sending pleasurable little signals to a place that he needed to ignore right now at all costs. He patted her hip lightly and tried to turn his head a little to look at her. "Tar, you shouldn't do that."
She knew Trevor wasn't deliberately getting her drunk. And she wasn't drunk. Just... happy! And more prone to giggles, really, among other things. Of course she giggled softly against his neck, holding onto him now as if she would sink if she let go. When he touched her hip, Taryn pulled back from his neck enough to notice he was looking at her. Lifting a brow, Taryn attempted not to smirk but failed miserably. "Shouldn't do what?"
"Shouldn't breathe all over my neck like that," he clarified, attempting stern but sounding more petulant than anything. He leaned away from her with his upper half but didn't move his arm from around her or her arm from around his neck. This was all going very badly suddenly and he had no idea how to fix things this time. Which was, perhaps, the wine's fault. He swished the golden liquid around in his glass then finished off the rest of it and set his glass on the edge of the pool, which he had to stretch to reach.
Taryn rolled her eyes and huffed. "Really, Trevor? You don't want me breathing on you? I didn't realize you were so sensitive to oxygen." She might have pouted, but she found herself more amused by his whining than anything else. Taryn held onto him but turned her face away. "How about I breathe over here? Is that better?" She wasn't going to let him get all mopey on her, especially over something so trivial.
"Don't be ridiculous," Trevor said, tripping a little over the long word and making a face about it. He didn't feel like he was that buzzed yet, and he wouldn't get there since he wasn't having anymore to drink. He sighed as he put his other arm around her, putting her into something of a loose sideways hug. "Have you ever had a handsome man lean in and breathe all over your neck?" he asked in a low voice, his face close to her neck and doing just that as he spoke to emphasize his point by way of demonstration.
"All the time," Taryn retorted, even though that was a total lie too. She didn't have men breathing on her all the time, but she had had it happened in the past when she was making out with boys. Trevor's breath on her neck made her shiver and it tickled a little bit, causing her to lift her shoulders to try and get away from his lips. "I think it feels good," Taryn continued. "It's..." Trailing off, Taryn was finally realizing what he was saying. Her lips curved into a sly smile and she looked at him, unable to help herself. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"Too much," he confirmed as he leaned back enough to rest his chin on her shoulder and look up at her with one eyebrow arched. He braced himself for her to poke fun at him for it, thinking humor was the only way she could possibly handle it since she was so giggly right now.
He did like it. Taryn wanted to giggle, yes, and she might have if he weren't sitting so close to her with his chin on her shoulder that way. Because his eyes were really pretty so up close and she was imagining just what was happening to his body while she had been breathing on his neck. It's just so wrong. Her inner voice wasn't afraid to pipe up and try to drag her back to reality, but Taryn ignored it stubbornly, because she liked the way it felt now. How he felt, even though he was her brother and this was certainly not anything she thought her parents would ever approve. Finally Taryn spoke, once she was able to sort through her thoughts. "So if you like it, why shouldn't I do it?"