Page 37 of Saving Tracey
When would I ever fucking be okay?
Chapter Ten
TREVOR
Iplaced my hands against the shower wall, leaning forward, letting the hot, scalding water run down my back. My head was running rampant with thoughts of Tracey. I wanted to break through to her—show her that not everyone wanted to hurt her. I knew what it was like to not want anyone to touch you, to not want to let anyone near you, to not let anyone close in fear that you would drag them down with you.
Tracey was broken. More broken than I had realized.
She was more broken than I had ever been.
But fucking hell, I just wanted to pick up all of her pieces and put her back together.
She was my personal puzzle.
Dammit though, it was just hard finding all of the pieces.
I sighed and stood up to my full height, running my hands through my soaked hair. I thought about her luscious, full lips and felt myself get hard. I groaned, running my hands down myface. Tracey was fucking gorgeous. It would take a blind man to not notice how fucking beautiful she was.
I so badly wanted to see what she always hid under that baggy hoodie she always wore. Her curves were always shown off in the skinny jeans she always wore, and the image in my head made me curse.
I didn't think I could possibly get any harder.
I quickly turned my water to cold.
I'd been taking way too many cold showers lately, and thoughts of Tracey didn't help me at all.
I wanted her so badly, but I knew she wasn't ready for anything yet. Hell, I hadn't even kissed her yet. I didn't know how she would react, and I had just gotten her. I didn’t want to scare her away. I mean, fuck, she could barely stand it when I touched her unexpectedly, even if she tolerated my touch a hell of a lot better than she tolerated anyone else’s.
I sighed. I hated taking things so slow with her, but she was everything I ever wanted.
I wanted her in every way possible, and if I had to wait years upon years, I would.
She was just so damn broken.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Paul’s parents were out of town for the weekend to spend some time together, so we were here at Kaleb’s. Honestly, I was happy that they had taken the weekend away. I could spend more time with Tracey and hang out with Kaleb. Besides, if Tracey had any more panic attacks, I would be there to help her through them.
Fuck, she terrified me when she had anxiety attacks.
I slipped on jeans and towel-dried my hair, not caring to do anything with it. I would just let it air dry. It wasn't like any of us planned to do anything today except laze around.
I walked out of my room and instantly collided with Krista. She stepped back from me almost immediately, blushing. I had that effect on girls. I had always known Krista had a huge crush on me, but I didn't act on it. She was Kaleb's twin. She was off-limits.
Besides, my heart was settled on another girl.
"Could you put on a shirt?" I almost couldn’t hear her.
I smirked down at her. "Why would I do that? Don't you just love this delectable body?" Her cheeks reddened.
"Trevor, stop hitting on my sister."
I looked over at Kaleb as Krista ran off toward Tracey's room. "I'm not hitting on your sister, man.” I really wasn’t. I didn’t look at Krista like that—especially not after meeting Tracey. I ruffled my hair and turned to face him completely. "Tracey up yet?"
He shrugged. "Krista is going to get her for breakfast. We'll find out in a minute."
A blood-curdling scream chilled my bones right after he spoke. I spun around and dashed down the hall toward Tracey's room. Tracey had shoved herself into the corner of her bed, panting as she struggled to catch her breath. "What the fuck did you do now?" I snarled at Krista as I climbed onto the bed and pulled Tracey into my arms.
She wrapped her arms around me tightly, plastering herself against me. My heart raced at her close proximity, and I tightened my hold on her. "I think she was having a nightmare. When I said her name, she screamed and tried to get away from me."
