Trevor POV
Don't break her heart... Don't break my daughter's heart. I can see what she feels for you.
Mrs. Avery's unforgettable words wouldn't leave my mind. I hate seeing this girl cry. This girl who captured me in so many ways.
I never let anyone intimidate me...
Get a grip, Trevor. Great! Now my subconscious found a way to interrupt me.
Even if I have to be honest myself, I know what this girl feels for me, because I feel it too. I hate seeing her cry. She is so strong. She's independent. She's kind. She has a beautiful heart. She is beautiful.
I love that she hides what she feels from everyone, except me. I love this feeling of her sound asleep in my arms. I recognized the road Jonathan was taking. He was on his way to Amabel's apartment. Glancing a look at her, I didn't have the heart to wake her.
"Uh, no Jonathan. To my place," I said. He nodded in my direction and replied, "Yes, Sir."
She never once let go of my shirt. And I didn't want her to.
After ten more minutes, we arrived at my building. "Baby? Amabel?" She was in a very deep sleep.
Let her be, Trevor.
I got out of the car and took her in my arms, carrying her to the elevator. Rena, my housekeeper looked at me, carrying the same girl in my arms for the second time. "Is that Miss Avery?" she asked.
"Shh, yes."
I took her to my room. To hell with the guest room. I need her by my side. Tonight.
Getting to my room, I gently put her on my bed and took out a shirt from my closet. I came back and saw her sitting straight. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked. What is she doing to me?
"Mmm, just tired."
"Do you want to sleep in my shirt?" What the fuck! I did not just ask that. You creep!
She got up and slowly made her way over to me, taking the shirt. Amabel placed the shirt over my shoulder and lifted her arms. What does she want?
She wants you to put her in the shirt, you stupid asshole!
"Are you sure?"
She nodded her head as I reached for her top. Not wanting to scare her, every move I made, I made slowly. I pulled her shirt off of her tiny and perfect body. I didn't allow myself to even look. And I didn't. I couldn't, no matter how much I wanted to.
I took the shirt from my shoulder and pulled it over her. She could barely hold herself up. I carelessly dropped her top on the floor. "There you go," I said and walked to the bed. On my side...
I took off my shirt and pants only to wear my shorts. I sat on the bed as I saw her taking off her shoes and then her jeans. She is perfect!
Then she walked away. "Good night, Trevor," she said.
"Where are you going?" I asked softly.
"The guest room..."
Maybe it was better this way. To let her be alone...
Not a moment later, she made her way to the doorway. "Would you sleep next to me, please?"
I swallowed. Hard. "Come here," I whispered as I held out my hand for her to take and pulled down the covers. How could someone like her take control of everything I do? I would do anything for her right now.
She made herself comfortable and I pulled the covers over her.
I couldn't sleep. It felt strange having someone sleeping next to me... In my bed. No one has ever shared my bed. But she looked so peaceful.
Suddenly, she turned on her shoulder facing me and lied with her head on my chest. Wow. This is actually kinda nice. I like the smell of her hair. A strand of hair covered her eyes, so I stroked them away, revealing a beautiful sleeping beauty.
I kissed her hair. My eyelids are getting heavier. Heavier. Heavier.