Page 54 of Saving Tracey
Trevor wasn't exactly someone you wanted to cross.
"For someone who's supposed to be my best friend, you sure as hell don't act like it." Trevor glared daggers at his best friend. "That girl right there," he said, pointing to me, "is my whole goddamn world. I would fucking kill for her if it meant keeping her happy and safe. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was the one I wanted, the one I fucking needed. She makes me feel sane when I'm falling into my depression. You're not my goddamn best friend if you can't see how she makes me fucking feel, Kaleb. You're nothing to me."
My heart warmed at his words. He sounded possessive, and I knew that could be dangerous, but I knew that Trevor would never even think about hurting me.
I just hated that I was ripping him apart from Kaleb, someone that had been his best friend for years.
"Guys, stop," I whispered, making them turn their attention to me.
Trevor sent one last glare toward Kaleb before walking over to me. He closed the bedroom door and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. "Come on, baby. Let's go to sleep, okay?" He led me over to the bed.
I nodded in agreement, pulling away from him so that I could change into my pajamas. I heard his breath catch in his throat when I pulled my shirt off. I turned to look at him, making sure he was okay. "I'm going to step out,” he rasped.
I looked down at myself and then looked back up at him, my eyes filling with tears. Dammit, I knew after having sex with me, he would find me disgusting. I had been so used and damaged. Now that he saw how used and damaged I actually was, he couldn't stand to look at me anymore.
His eyes widened in alarm when a tear spilled down my cheek, and he rushed over to me, yanking me into his arms. "Stop crying, Tracey,” he begged. “Why are you crying?"
I tried pushing against him, but it was no use. He held on tight, refusing to let me go. I didn't want him holding me if he didn't see me as someone gorgeous or worthy of his attention anymore. I didn't want the fakeness.
"You don't like how I look anymore,” I finally choked out as I gave up fighting against him.
"What?" he asked incredulously, drawing back to look down at me. "What in the hell gave you that idea?" He said it like it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard in his life.
"You . . . You were going to leave the room." I was so confused.
He sighed, grabbing my hand and placing it over the top of his jeans. My eyes widened in realization.
Oh.
"I wasn't leaving the room because I find you disgusting, baby,” Trevor told me gently. “You’re the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. I was going to leave the room because you've had a rough night, and I don't need to be tempted by you while you're naked." He leaned down, taking my face into his hands, kissing me. "You're always a temptation for me, baby, and it's hard to resist you after having you once. You need rest—not sex. I promise I'll make love to you when I think you're ready again, but until then, it’s extremely hard to be around you without getting hard myself."
I sighed. I thought he had better control over himself than that.
"Don't you have better control?" I asked him quietly, my wide eyes looking up into his darkening ones. "You know, after all the girls you've been with?"
He chuckled and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "With you, baby, there is almost no control. I will always want you. When I see you in front of me, I get turned on regardless of if you’re naked or if you’re wearing your baggy hoodie.”
I leaned up and kissed him softly, not letting it go too far, knowing I couldn't handle it after everything that had happened to me tonight.
"Try?" I asked quietly, my voice almost a whisper. "I don't want to be alone right now."
He nodded, stepping back from me. Once I was dressed, I walked over to my bed, sliding beneath the covers. He took his shirt and jeans off, sliding into the bed beside me. He spooned me from behind, holding my hands in his.
"I love you, baby girl."
A small smile settled over my lips. "I love you, too.”
Though once I fell asleep, Trevor’s warmth and security wrapped around me weren’t enough to help me.
Those green eyes, the same color as mine, haunted me in my dreams.
Chapter Fifteen
Ijumped awake, my eyes flashing open. I sucked in a large breath of air, my heart pounding hard in my chest. My hands fluttered up to my throat as I sat up.
Fuck, it had felt so real. I had thought for sure that I was being strangled.
It had been an entire week, and I had finally stopped having nightmares, but then as soon as Trevor went back home, and I began sleeping by myself again, the nightmares came back in full force.
