Page 87 of Love Unforgettable
“No!”
“Then I’m not going to let go,” Trevor says.
“You got ‘bout half a second to let the lady go before I knock your fucking head off.” That deep radio announcer voice that sends shivers down my spine has arrived.
Trevor drops his hand.
“Smart choice,” Cole says to Trevor, and then turns to me, placing his hands on my upper arms. “Sweetness, everything okay here?”
“Yes. I was just telling Trevor it’s time for him to go. And he was about to do exactly that.”
Cole turns back to Trevor, stepping in front of me slightly. “Well?”
“Fine, but this isn’t over, Lexie,” he says as he gets in his car.
“It’s SO over, Trevor,” I yell back.
Trevor revs his engine then spins his tires, kicking up gravel at us. Cole immediately shoves me completely behind him to take the brunt of the kickback.
“You really okay?” Coles asks as Trevor disappears in a cloud of dust.
I nod. “I am. He was just, I don’t even know what. It’s like he’s forgotten last night even happened. I thought he was you, otherwise I never would have buzzed him in. I didn’t even look. It was close to seven o’clock.”
His face hardens. “Always look, sweetness. Okay?”
I nod again. “How’d you get in? And where’s your truck?”
“I left it on the other side of the gate. I’d been buzzing for a while, but you weren’t answering, and I got worried. So, I hopped the fence and jogged up here.”
“Well, if it’s that easy to get in, what difference does it make if I look before I buzz?” I ask, with a smile. He smiles back. I notice his cheekbone is bleeding, from one of the gravel rocks that spit back at us.
“Your cheek is bleeding,” I tell him. “Let’s go inside and I can put some ointment on it.” He touches his cheek and confirms its bleeding. Then nods once. I take his hand and lead him inside. I have the dogs gated in the kitchen and sunroom, which has a dog door that leads to the dog run outside. So, instead of being licked to death, they simply howl and woo at him, which is what they do instead of bark. Husky love at its finest.
I watch him for an adverse reaction to the dogs. He just smiles and reaches over the doorway gate to let them smell his hand. When we get in the bathroom, I sit him down on the closed toilet seat and grab my first aid kit. Once I get a closer look, I see that he has a few other small cuts as well. None as big as the first one I noticed. I clean them all off with antiseptic.
Being this close to him makes me so aware of his presence. Not just in the obvious way, but how I can feel him without actually having to touch him.
I can smell the soap he used, and the aftershave he put on. He smells like citrus, it’s fresh, manly, and sexy. His scent turns me on, I want to step inside his personal space and bathe in it. My heart starts to beat faster, it’s harder to catch my breath. I can see his fingers twitching a bit in his lap, so I’m thinking I have a similar effect on him.
I put some ointment on each cut. He sucks in a breath.
“Ohmigod. I’m so sorry, does it hurt?” I ask, immediately pulling my hand away.
He shakes his head, then clears his throat. “No.”
I resume my ministrations. His skin is warm to the touch, the surface smooth and cleanly shaved. I want to put my cheek against his just to know how it feels. I take a small band-aid from the kit and pull it out of the package.
“You plannin’ to put that on my face?”
“Is that a problem?” I ask.
“You gonna wrap me in a diaper next and give me a pacifier?”
“No,” I laugh.
“’Cause that is the only way a band-aid is ever goin’ on my body.”
“It could scar otherwise. Plus, I think it makes you look kind of bad-ass.”
