Trevor glared at me and muttered under his breath with a deep frown, but nevertheless, turned around. With a deep sigh, I stood up to remove my pants and boxers and sighed pleasantly at the warm water touching my bare skin.
"I'm done, Trevor." I arched my brow when I received no response. "Are you sulking?" Still, no response. I rolled my eyes and released a tired sigh.
Goodness, I was right when I said that being with Trevor would be stressful. But, it's a nice change of pace. I can be myself without my parents breathing down on my neck.
"Trevor, are you seriously going to ignore me?" He just shrugged and stood up, then went to the shower area beside the tub.
He removed his clothes, leaving his boxers on, and let the shower drizzle on his sun-kissed skin, his sinewy muscles flexing with each movement, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It's like watching a Greek god shower in the rain.
Goodness, can this man be more perfect? I admit I am crazily attracted to him, but first, I have to soothe that sulky baby. Without any hesitation, I stepped out of the tub, water dripping from my head down to my toes, and walked towards Trevor.
The shower area has enough space, with different buttons that I would definitely check later. Trevor was resting his forehead on top of his arm against the wall, letting the water coat every inch of his skin.
"Trev..." He slowly turned around, a hint of surprise in his expression when he saw me standing in front of him, naked and unashamed.
He raked a hot stare all over my body, but his intense, fiery orbs settled on mine. "Baby... care to join me?" His raspy voice and tone dropped an octave lower got my nerve endings tingling.
"I thought you'd never ask," I said with a smile and accepted his hand.
Trevor gently pulled me closer, but just enough that we have space in between. Because he's tall, I have to stretch my neck just to have a good look at his face, which he also noticed.
"Would you rather bathe in the tub?" He asked in an amused tone, making me nod in agreement.
"Definitely! Thank goodness. How did you get so tall?"
Trevor chuckled and led me to the circular, marble tub with his hand on mine. "It runs in the family, baby." Trevor walked to the drawer on the right side of the tub and grabbed a few bath bombs. "Which do you want?"
"Rose and vanilla." Trevor nodded and dropped two of each into the tub. "Careful, baby," he reminded me and helped me stepped into the tub.
"Trevor, I won't slip, you know. I can take care of myself," I said and glanced at him with an amused gaze.
"Of course I know that. Still, let me take care of you and spoil you. That's my privilege as your soon-to-be husband," he dropped the bomb that shook my entire being.
"Oh, you almost got me! That's a good joke, Trevor," I added in between my laughter but it soon died down when Trevor pulled me by the waist.
"I am not joking, Jesse. Look into my eyes and tell me if I'm just messing around." I gulped hard against the pure intensity of his stare. "I am serious about you. I will never ever take everything for granted, especially when it comes to you," he declared with gritted teeth and so much seriousness.
I swallowed the small lump of emotion lodge in my throat, unable to vocalize an answer. He is serious alright. It was me. I was the one who kept on evading his advances because it's scary. Tears began to well in my eyes and the unnamed emotions in my chest exploded.
"You're so stupid, Trevor!" I sobbed and used my clenched fist to hit his hard chest. "So stupid!"
"Hey, hey... did I say something wrong? Why are you crying?"
"How can you say something like that so easily?! We just met two weeks ago, and you already want to marry me? Let's not forget that I'm about to meet your family. Are you out of your mind? How long do you intend to play with me? Stupid, stupid, Trevor!"
This time, I was reduced into a sobbing mess, while Trevor ignored my weak-ass strikes on his chest. I am the one to blame; I don't exercise enough. I was so busy crying my heart out that I did not realize that both of us were in the tub, and me straddling his lap. Again.
"Jesse, baby..." Trevor sighed and wiped my tears away.
I widened my eyes in terror, gaping at him. "Y-You sighed. You're tired of me already! Stupid Trevor! I hate you!"
Okay, I might be getting a tad overdramatic here, but blame my inner drama queen. It has been hiding for so long, I wished it came out before I dropped out of the drama class. I don't understand why it chose this specific moment to make itself known. Tch.
Trevor chuckled and pressed his lips on my temples. "This. This is exactly one of the reasons why I fell, Jesse. You make me laugh," he said in an amused tone, making my frown deeper.
"That's plain insulting. If you want someone to make you laugh, marry a clown, asshole!"
Trevor hummed and rubbed the edges of my eyes softly. "Nah. My hands are full with you, why would I need someone else?"
I should be offended but my traitorous heart was jumping in joy. He trailed kisses on my temples, eyelids, nose, cheeks, and a light peck on my lips. "Also, you're misunderstanding something, baby. I met you six months ago, and it was plain torture watching you from afar."
"How is that possible? I just met you two weeks ago. Were you stalking me for the past six months then?"
Trevor smirked and reached for my hands, then kissed each finger tenderly, making my heart swell with warmth. His amber eyes trained on mine as he spoke.
"You might not remember it, but we actually met six months ago." Trevor guided my hand to a bullet scar on his left shoulder, eliciting a breathless gasp from me.
My eyes blew wide in shock and confusion. "How...who did this to you?! Did you shoot them back? Please say yes, or I'll smack your head," I threatened with a glare, my heartbeat racing fast as my mind began to conjure different scenarios, all leading to Trevor bleeding to death.
"Hey, hey, baby. No need to get anxious. I'm fine. No harm done. I'm used to this. Someone pulled a fast one on me, but it was already taken care of," Trevor assured me, as new batches of tears overflowed.
"Are you sure? Did it hurt? I bet it did. You are so stupid! Why did you let them shoot you?" From my blurry vision, I could make out Trevor's grin as he rubbed my sides for comfort.
"As I have mentioned, I'm already used to it, Jesse. Look closer." I blinked away my tears as Trevor guided me towards the battle scars decorating his body, as he would want me to call them.
There were bullet wounds, slashes, and I think were knife stabs. Still, it just added more appeal to his already perfect body. Those imperfections made him even more perfect in my eyes. I wouldn't change a thing.
"Your reaction takes me back to the first time we met. You were also crying out of worry and reprimanding me for being stupid. The only difference was that, you're calling my name and not mister."
Just then, a vague memory entered my mind. I was on my way back home from the bookstore when I passed by a dark alley and heard someone groaning. Usually, I would just ignore it, and just call the police or 911.
However, it was different at that time. Something was urging me to have a look and see what's up. And I did, only to find a man in a three-piece suit drowning in his own blood.
"It was you?" Trevor nodded and led me to the bullet wound he got that day. "I was so frantic that time that I even forgot your face. I mean... you were about to die! That was not the time to be checking you out!"
Trevor burst into laughter, his shoulders bouncing, while I just stared at him, perplexed.
"Mister? Why are you bleeding-- oh my god! You were shot? Did you shoot him back? Why didn't you dodge the bullet?! How stupid are you?" I rambled in panic and opened my bag for any fabric I can use to stop the bleeding.
"T-That's not how it really works, you know," he answered in a strained voice, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Stop talking. You'll only make it worse. I'll call 911 and--"
"No. D-Don't do that. My friend will be here in a few minutes. Just... help me stop the bleeding."
I stared at his pale face but the darkness of the alley was hindering me from taking a good look at the stranger.
"Fine. I'm not one to pry. Does it hurt?" I pressed my towel on his shoulder, a painful groan slipping from his lips.
He shook his head and inhaled sharply. "Keep doing that. I'll be okay in a while."
Okay, it did happen like that. "Wait a second... does this mean that..." Trevor cleared his throat and averted his gaze from me. "Trevor! It's your fault! You're the reason why I hate blood!"
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