I lied on my bed and watched the rain falling hard and lightning shattering the dark. I got underneath a blanket and kept looking out of my window. Such a beautiful view, on such a dark night. I miss him. We've slept next to each other for so many nights, it feels strange and cold to be here without him.
I still couldn't sleep and walked out the door. The TV was off and Gwen and Ella were sleeping in her room. Gwen never shared her blanket with anyone and gave Ella another one.
I looked at them and smiled. I wrote a note:
Guys,
I went to Trevor's. I need to talk to him.
Don't worry. I'll call in the morning.
Amabel x
I took my phone and my keys, closed the door and ran for the elevator. When I got downstairs, it was still raining and even more difficult to get a cab. So, I started running.
How long until you leave me?
I'm sorry, Trevor. I should've fought for you.
I ran until I got to his building. "I'm sorry, Miss. Visiting hours are over," a tall security man said. "George, come on. It's me. I have to see him. Please?"
He has known me since the last few times. "Okay. But don't let anyone see you," he said worriedly. "Thank you," I said and hugged him quickly. I ran inside and made it to the elevator. I got inside and let myself catch my breath. When the doors opened, I had my breath back. I walked over to his front door, on the highest floor of the building.
Building up all the courage inside of me, I knocked on the grand, expensive wooden doors. Wow, it's the first time I actually saw them.
The door opened. "Hi," I said.
"Hey," he said, wearing only his shorts.
"Did you run here?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I don't care about anything right now. I need you. I just want to hold you," I said.
"I want you. I need you," he said and pulled me in and kissed me. He walked with my body inside and closed the door with his foot. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him as he kept kissing me, walking to his bedroom. How he managed to carry me all the way up the stairs, I'll never know.
He softly laid us both on his bed. His lips feasted on my neck and then rolled off of me. He opened his arm for me as I shoved in. "Shit! You're cold," he said and stood up.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
He went to his closet and came back with the same shirt. I love that shirt. "Come here," he whispered, flicking his index finger calling me to him. I got off the bed and made my way over to him. I stood in front of him and lifted my arms. "Are you sure?" he asked me like he always does.
"Yes," I said. He slowly reached for my top and pulled it off of my body, and dropped it on the floor. I kept my eyes on him, as he looked at me. My hands then immediately covered myself. "Don't... don't hide from me. Your body is flawless and you are beautiful," he said and cupped my cheek rubbing his thumb on my skin.
I felt like crying from his gaze on me. The sincerity in his voice. The look in his eyes. He took my wrists and moved them above me and put his shirt on me. I want to reach for my hair to take it out of the shirt, but he beat me to it.
"Come, let's go to bed," he said, holding out his hand. I took his hand and pulled him to me, rose to my toes and kissed him.
"Thank you," I whispered. My jeans were still wet. I slipped out of them. "What're you doing?" he asked.
"My jeans are wet," I said, holding them in my hands.
He went back to his closet and got me a short. A woman's short. Probably one of the many clothes he bought me. Yeah, I love him. Wait, what? I love him? Yes, Amabel, you love him.
The closer he walked to me, the more butterflies I felt. I started blushing and went to the bathroom to cool myself down. I looked in the drawers for underwear and took off my shirt, wishing I hadn't and put on a black lace pair.
I got into the shirt again with the shorts and found him sitting on the edge, waiting for me. His eyes lit up when he saw me. I love that. I walked around the bed to my side and got in next to him. He held out his arm one more time and I crept into him.
I laid with my head on his chest and my right leg between his legs. He held me closer, filling up every single inch of space keeping us apart and held my right hand that laid on his chest. I wanted to snuggle in deeper, but couldn't. There were no more spaces left for me to steal.
He kissed my hair. No, Trevor... I lifted my head to look at him before he could kiss my hair again. He looked into my eyes and smiled. My right arm reached up and as I held his cheek, I kissed him. Soft, warm and gentle kisses. I can't ever get enough of him. No matter what, I know I'd come back to him. Before closing my eyes, like I was wishing that this moment would never end, I laid my head back on his chest.
Trevor's POV
Her lips... Her eyes... Her body... Her soul... Her heart... I want it all. I want all of her. Maybe she's worth having a girlfriend again? She's not like the other girls. She's different. None of them would have come back for me. And I love her for that...
Holy shit! Did I just say I love her? Yes, Trevor, you love her.
I felt her breathing becoming even and calm. "Amabel?" I whispered. "Baby, are you awake?" I whispered again.
She didn't answer. "I love you, Amabel."
She couldn't stop shivering, so I held her tighter. I heard her sigh and then, she stopped shivering. That's it. All she needs is me. Maybe she meant what she said? Maybe she does want me. Maybe she does need me. But even if she didn't, I need her.
Before she knocked on my door, I was having a nightmare. Holding her in my arms, I realized one thing. When she's here, in my arms, I have no nightmares. She's my shield. My protector. My dream-catcher. The woman I love is right here. She fought for me. I don't want nightmares anymore. I admit it... I need her. I really, really need her.
I noticed the time on the alarm on my bedside. It's past two in the morning. I can't sleep. But Amabel is still in my arms, and it's all too new. But I love her.
Looking at her sleeping on my chest is a view I could never get enough of. It's more beautiful than the sunrise.