I huff a breath, looking away from him, and then bite my lip.
"Who is the man you were talking to asking him to treat me?" I ask him. I haven't seen anyone beside him since I woke up. I haven't heard anyone either, seems like we are in this place all by ourselves.
By the look on his face, he doesn't want to say anything. It's the way he lifts his left eyebrow making the small scar that hasn't been there before seem more prominent, making his face look harsher and even if that's possible, hotter.
There are changes in him I hadn't been able to see before, because the last time we were together or the first time in a year, we were in the shadows.
I swallow hard, shift in the makeshift bed, and clench my thighs as I remember that night.
One thing about Trevor, he will not do or say anything he doesn't want to. I used to take it so personally, but I just find it to be an avoidant behavior.
