Page 35 of Saving Tracey
I was curious about his tattoos. I know he said that he got them as an escape from the gaping, dark hole that seemed to want to drag us both down all the time, but I wondered if there was more meaning behind them.
"Do your tattoos have any meaning behind them?"
He shrugged. "Not really. They're just tribal tats. They're some of the more complicated tattoo designs, therefore they took longer. But other than that, nah, not really.”
I traced my finger over the one on his arm, and he shivered under my touch again. I silently relished in the fact that he was just as affected by my touch as I was by his. "Will you ever get one that has meaning behind it?"
His eyes met mine. "Maybe one day."
I didn’t miss that hint.
The front door banged open, and I jumped in fright at the loud sound. Trevor tightened his arms around me, running hisfingertips up and down my arm. Kaleb and Paul sauntered into the kitchen. "Well, what do we have here?"
Oh God, I just realized how wrong this looked. I had my hand on Trevor's arm, and he was shirtless, and to top it all off, I was in his lap. This situation couldn't have looked more wrong.
I instantly jumped up, and Trevor laughed when my cheeks reddened. "It's not what it looks like!"
Paul wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Oh, I know exactly what it looks like. I didn't know you were such a dirty girl!"
I covered my blushing face with my hands. I heard Trevor get up from the floor, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I blushed even harder. I wasn't used to affection. I never had it growing up, and suddenly, I was receiving it from a very hot guy that was way out of my league.
"Come on, man, don't give her such a hard time.” I felt someone tugging my hands from my face. I looked up at Kaleb standing in front of me, and he dropped my hands quickly, not wanting to alarm me. "So, what were you two doing on the floor?"
"Nothing, I swear! I promise what we were doing was completely innocent!"
Trevor guffawed. "Innocent, my ass. You were totally feeling me up."
I yanked myself away from him and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving their laughter behind. "They are insufferable.” But I couldn’t help the smile that twitched on my lips. That moment with Trevor had been everything I hadn’t known I needed. And I knew his joke at the end was just him teasing me.
I jogged up the stairs to my room, leaving the boys to do what boys do. I collapsed onto my bed and pulled my sleeve up, looking at the long scab that was on my wrist. I sighed, prodding at it. I winced a little at the pain that shot up my arm.
I had really done a number this time.
I quickly yanked my sleeve down when Krista stepped into my room. "Why are Kaleb and Paul giving Trevor shit about you and him?"
I blushed. "They found me and Trevor on the floor in the kitchen. He was—he was hugging me, and I was on his lap . . ."
She grinned from ear to ear and bounced onto my bed. "Awwww!" I looked at her with wide eyes. "You two are so cute together, I swear. You're just so perfect for each other!”
"Shut up.” My blush was never going to go away at this rate.
She shook her head at me, but let it go. I was so glad she wasn't like the guys.
She pointed to the TV. "What are you watching?"
I shrugged. The show that I had been watching had changed to something different since all of that time I had spent downstairs with Trevor. "I have no idea.”
I began fiddling with my hoodie sleeve. The cut was itching, and I wanted so badly to scratch it, but I couldn't do that in front of her. She hadn't seen the cut yet. I had hidden it away from everybody. The only person that had seen my arms was Trevor, and that was terrifying for me enough as it was.
"How's your wrist?"
I immediately stopped playing with my sleeve. "It just itches.” I clenched my hands together. "But it's healing fine."
She slowly placed her head on my shoulder, making me tense up. "Why'd you do it?" I swallowed hard. "We were all here for you. All you had to do was come talk to one of us. You didn't have to do that."
I shook my head. "It's something I hope you'll never have to understand, Krista.”
"But I want to understand. You're like a sister to me, Tracey, and I want to know when you're hurting."
