ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

EIGHT

penelope

i should have never convinced trevor to do all those things with me; because now we sit on opposite sides of the jacuzzi on our villa deck arguing about our next adventure.

"i'm really not interested in going on a fishing trip." i say bringing my shoulders deeper into the warm water as the night chill starts arriving.

"i wasn't really interested in flying a thousand feet in the air the other day but i did it anyway, for you!" trevor argues.

i sigh. "i don't like catching fish. it makes me sad."

"jesus criminy penelope." he shakes his head.

i gasp. i really don't like fishing at all. i never have and i never will. i wouldn't be opposed to the trip if trevor agreed to just let me go on the big fishing boat and lay out, reading a book, but no. he wants me to actually fish.

"they have feelings trevor!"

he nearly spits out his beer that he's being nursing the entire evening. "you care about a stupid fishes feelings but not mine?"

my heart flutters because maybe three weeks ago, maybe i didn't care about his feelings but after spending so much time with him this week, i've realized i do truly care about him. maybe it's because i'm lonely, maybe i've realized he's not as bad as i thought, or maybe just maybe i have slight feelings for him.

"i never said i didn't care about your feelings!"

he scoffs and sets his beer down on the side of the jacuzzi. he creeps down in the water and starts moving closer to me. my heart starts beating rapidly.

"trevor..." i try backing up to not avail.

"penelope..." he taunts.

he's right in front of me now so close our noses could touch. his hands rest on the front of my thighs and i hope he can't see my breaths quicken or sense that i want to almost jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist.

he grabs my waist and wraps his arms around me. the skin to skin contact feels like electricity through my body and i put it off on the fact i'm so called sex deprived and that it's not actually trevor who's making me feel this way.

i'm bridal style in his arms now. his leg arm around my waist, right arm under my legs. my arms wrap around his neck. he starts to stand up, lifting me out of the jacuzzi.

"trevor what are you doing?" i shiver as the night air hits my wet skin.

he's walking over to the pool while still holding me and my heart races.

"if you throw me in that pool i swear-"

"you swear what?" he smirks looking in my eyes.

"i'm serious trevor! i don't want to get my hair wet. if you throw me in i will never talk to you again!" i wiggle and try to get out of his arms.

"boo hoo. i can live without you talking to me, we've done it for years. i can do it for a few more." he playfully twists his body and acts as if he's going to throw me in.

"let me down!"

"no way." trevor smirks before jumping into the pool with me in his arms.

of course he would disobey my wishes. he was too good for too many days and now he's back on his menacing acts.

i rise to the surface, seeing trevor hysterically laughing at me. i'm sure i look like a drowned rat right about now. i splash water towards him and frown.

"oh p." trevor laughs so hard he's wheezing.

"it's not funny trevor! i told you i didn't want to get my hair wet!" i exclaim.

"and i told you i didn't want to go parasailing or to the salon but you didn't listen! i certainly didn't want to be your pretend husband." he laughs, splashing me back.

"you love being my pretend husband." i tease.

i get out of the pool and make my way over to my towel because now i'm shivering. trevor climbs out from the side. my eyes bulge as i see his veins protrude from his arms and his back muscles flex. he walks towards me and i throw him his towel.

he smiles in thanks and fluffs his hair with the towel in attempts to dry it.

i walk into the air conditioned villa and goosebumps rise to my arms and legs. i can't help my teeth from chattering. my wet hair being the culprit for me being so cold.

"penelope, dear lord are you okay?" trevor comes over and wraps his towel around me.

i nod, teeth still chattering. he shakes his head.

"no your lips are turning blue," he shuffled over to his duffel bag. "here put these on."

he throws me a pair of his sweatpants and a boston college sweatshirt. i raise a brow at him.

"to show you the boston college boys do it better." he smirks.

"i-i wish it was h-harvard." i shiver, but playfully roll my eyes at him.

"go change before i have to take you to emergency services for hypothermia." he laughs, waving me off to the bathroom.

i change into trevor's sweatpants and sweatshirt and look at myself in the mirror. the pants are too long for me and the sweatshirt is just slightly oversized but not to the point where i'm absolutely drowning in it. this feels so domestic to me.

i walk out of the bathroom and i'm almost instantly warmer. then suddenly hot when trevor whistles at me.

"you look smokin' p. boston college suits you so well." he winks.

i flop down on the barstool and study him as he leans over the kitchen island, holding himself up by his arms.

"you tell me i look smokin' when i'm in these frumpy clothes but when i'm half naked in my itty bitty bikini i'm nothing?" i giggle.

he walks over to where i sit on the barstool and leans down on the counter in order to look at me face to face, right in the eyes. he glances at my lips and then back to my eyes. he starts leaning in and i internally start freaking out because i'm almost confident he's about to kiss me.

he stops when he's literally centimeters from my lips.

"well that would be objectifying wouldn't it." he says, smirk on his lips before he walks to the bathroom to change.

damn it.