"When are you going to listen to me?" she asked me. I was so frustrated and ran my fingers roughly through my hair.
"When are you going to let me touch you! You're my wife, Amabel! Yes, what happened must've been awful, but I lost something too. We both did," I explained as I made my way over to her. I just want to hold her. I love her. She means everything to me.
"I know," she said softly, dropping her head. As I got closer, her breathing picked up. One step too fast and she jumped. She's afraid of me. "I would never hurt you, Amabel," I tried to sound convincing, but even I had my doubts. I made a promise to her mother. She looked at me with so much pain and tears in her eyes. It made me stop.
I held out my hand and closed my eyes, wishing she would come to me...
After a few seconds, I heard her breathing clearer and clearer. I could feel the heat coming off her body. And there it was... Her perfect hand in mine. From joy, I opened my eyes.
"I just want to hold you," I said softly. She was so afraid. How can I bring back the happiness in her life and the pain away?
She swallowed and stepped into my arms. I encircled her closer to me and never wanted to let go. All was right in the world... The woman I love is in my arms...
***
I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air and noticed that it was still dark. Wow, 02:23 the clock said. To my right, laid a woman. Amabel...
She's still sleeping and damn, even in sleep, she is perfect. You shouldn't be here with me, Amabel. I'm only gonna break your heart and I would hate myself if I ever did. She lied on her back with her left hand's knuckles against her cheek. Her breathing, so calm, so soothing. Her chest going up and down... Up and down... She's okay.
I slipped back into bed, next to her. I guess she's not used to someone sleeping next to her either. She turned and lied on her right side. I want to hold her. And that's what I did. I got under the feather-light silk covers and moved my knees into the back of her knees, and slowly pushed the rest of my body next to her. I need more...
So, I rested my arm over her tiny figure and pushed her closer to me. One thing I liked a lot was the shivers she would get whenever I touched her. When I kissed her hair, I realized how soft her hair actually was. I love her scent.
Amabel's POV
Something feels familiar. Like I've been here before. But one thing's changed. I'm waking up in the same bed for the second time, the same room, the same view but different covers...
I take a quick peek at my surroundings. Damn, the sun is bright.
Holy shit! I'm in bed with no other than Trevor Walker. Should I leave? Should I stay? What should I do?
Alright, Amabel. We can do this. Take your right arm off of his chest and your left hand out of his hair... There we go... Keep your breathing steady. And keep the movements natural.
My subconscious is really a demanding little bitch. How else are movements if not natural? He's lying with his head on my chest and his one leg between my legs. His left arm is snaked around my waist and parallel with my ribcage.
I am literally stuck. His hair smells so good. I'm trying my best to keep my breathing normal and not to giggle from the fact that Trevor Walker is sleeping on top of me. Well, not entirely on top of me, but we're halfway there.
When I took a deep and slow breath, he snuggled deeper into me. Holding me tighter. Now, I really can't go anywhere.
Life couldn't get any better than this. Then his fingers moved and I felt them on the side of my breast. He sighed and then opened his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said and turned off of me onto his side of the bed.
"Even in my sleep I'm drawn to you," he chuckled. I laughed nervously. He's drawn to me? "That's okay. Uhm, why didn't you take me home?" I asked softly. He turned to lie on his side to face me.
"But you are home," he said. My eyes widened in shock. This isn't my home. It's yours, Trevor.
"What?" I whispered underneath my breath.
"I'm kidding. You were asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake you. Even when we arrived at the building, you were in a really deep sleep. I couldn't wake you, believe me, I tried. I carried you into the apartment and... Wait, you don't remember?"
"Remember what? What did I do?" What did I do? Amabel, what the hell did you do?
He cleared his throat and said, "Well, you sat on the bed and just stared at the wall. It was crazy and it really freaked me out." He got out of bed and walked to a door on the far right of the room, which can only be his bathroom. There's something he's not telling me...
"I'm going to take a quick shower. Do you want to go before me?"
Words... Words Amabel! "Uh, no. No, thank you. You go ahead." He nodded and closed the door. Well, almost closed the door. I heard him turning on the shower and I saw him stretching from the small peek the door gave me.
His body is godlike. Smooth and tanned skin. What I wouldn't give to have his skin pressed against my fingertips again like yesterday morning... I need to get out of here before I do something...
I got up and went to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge to begin making breakfast when I heard someone behind me.
"Miss Avery," a Russian accent said. I turned around to find a woman in ordinary clothes. Who is she?
"Hi," I said as I slowly turned around with the box of mango juice in my hand. The fridge pulled its door back.
"Miss Avery, do you want some breakfast? How about some tea?" she asked. She was really nice and kind. "I'm sorry. Who are you?" I asked.
"Oh, I do apologize, Miss. I'm Rena Novikov, Mr. Walker's housekeeper." Oh okay.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Novikov," I said with a smile.
"Oh, please, Miss. Call me Rena," she said.
"Amabel," I said quickly, pointing to myself.
"Well? Would you like some tea, Amabel?" she asked kindly. I chuckled because I could see the unfamiliarity of calling someone by their name.
"That would be lovely, thank you, Rena," even if I have to say so myself, it does feel strange. She gave a nod in my direction and started. I couldn't help but smile at how kind she was. One could see how well she takes care of Trevor. Like his second mother.
Suddenly, sadness washed over me. I guess it feels strange because my mom couldn't do this for me. I turned around and went back to the bedroom. Even the stairway up to the room was beautiful and clean and smooth.
The moment I entered the room there was steam coming from the bathroom and no Trevor to be seen. I started making the bed and when I saw my clothes on the floor I nearly freaked out. I'm only in my panties, my bra and Trevor's shirt. What the hell happened last night?
Oh, what the hell, it's not like it's the first time. Besides, I have no clean clothes. After making the bed I picked up my clothes and decided to just wash them quickly. The door was open, so I went inside.
"Hi," he said staring at me with a towel around his waist. I couldn't stop the stupid hot and flushed feeling that was boiling in my cheeks. I cleared my throat when he started moving closer to me.