It hits different when it's you

Chapter 16

But in his haste to live out a fantasy he'd created a problem in which she needed to now wash and dry her hair, a chore for many women everywhere.

"I need to wash my hair, now" you rolled your eyes at him as you stepped back under the spray drenching your hair entirely, he was half way out the shower door when he heard the complaint in your tone so he stepped back in lifting the shampoo into hands and squeezing out some into his large hands you reached for it where it should be to have Trent spin you away from him, the minute you felt his hands on your head you sunk back against him.

His fingers were magic against your scalp, the moan left your lips at the firm press of his fingertips had him chuckling, finishing up with the conditioner you turned and watched as he stepped out the shower reaching a hand back for you so that you didn't slip, it literally made your heart hurt the way he so openly cared for you.

Grabbing himself and you a towel, you began towel drying your hair as he walked into your bedroom to get ready for bed, all be it just after dinner, he'd been desperate for some down time with you. Your schedules clashing more often then not in recent weeks.

"Baby are you coming to bed?" You paused in applying the serums to your face at the pet name and peaked out the door hair in a towel.

"2 minutes, okay?" He nodded as you turned back to your task seeing him appear in the door way a moment later.

Lazily holding himself up as he watched you, his eyes hooded as he stared at you your belly flipped.

"What are you doing?" He was amused watching you rub your fingertips over your face.

"Lotions and potions" you mumbled reaching for another pot. He watched you apply this too, his eyes eating you up when he stood from the door frame he walked over to you like a lion lazily stalking its prey, his arm moved around your middle bringing you flush against his chest.

"Enough, bed" you smirked the smallest of smiles appearing at the corners of your mouth, still only in your towel he started walking you backwards you nearly tripping as you laughed.

Once you were in your room he let go of you as you walked around to your draws.

"Your sure this is how you wanna spend the rest of your day?" You asked he smiled with a single nod and bite of his lip he patted the bed.

You dropped your towel and he moaned, the sound deep and grutal he watched as you looked over your shoulder at him smiling bashfully you pulled out a shirt of his and climbed up onto the bed in nothing else.

"Come here" he had only his boxers on, as he took your wrist pulling you into him without putting you on his knee.

Curling into his side your fingertips danced across his stomach to his hip.

"You know what I'd like" he asked a little later as you lay in bed with some tv show playing, his head resting on top of yours as you stayed snuggled into his side you softly hummed in reply he kissed your crown before resting his chin on your head.

"What?" You asked as he seemed to go quiet.

You turned a little to look at him and when you did he smoothed a hand across your cheek his thumb softly caressing your lips.

"I'd like to score in front of you, at Anfield" you gulped wanting to escape in that moment.

"I know you like football, you would love it there  as well, I can't begin to explain how electric it gets..." his thumb pulled on your pouty bottom lip as you tried to think how best to change the conversation without upsetting him.

"Tre..." his finger pressed against your lips.

"You could bring your mum," you seemed to choke on thin air at that, spluttering as you composed yourself he frowned pulling away from you a bit to look over you more.

"Sorry..." you were stalling and he knew it he felt the way your body had tensed.

"Would you like to come see me play?" You hesitated not looking directly at him.

"Yeah course I would I.." you looked up into the brown eyes you saw first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

"I...??" Trent prompted looking back at you.

"I'm just not sure, I just it feels like a big thing..." you trailed looking over his face before trailing your eyes along his exposed chest.

"Going to Anfield is a big thing" you could hear the pride in his voice for his club, but he knew that wasn't how you meant it.

"I don't want to rock the boat" his brow furrowed, his lips pulling into a confused frown he looked confused and a little frustrated all at once.

"Rock the boat how?" You shrugged wringing your hands out in front of you as he watched.

"I like us like this, i like how things are going" he nodded along.

"I just I don't wanna borrow trouble you know what I mean?" He shook his head.

"No abs I'm not following here" sighing you moved onto your knees and looked at him, you knew how much he craved eye contact when you spoke how shy you were he found endearing but with him he needed you to communicate yourself better.

"I feel safe like this, just watching you at home." He was about to speak again probably thinking the crowds were what were putting you off, but you spoke up again quite quickly.

"I don't want to draw any unwanted attention to us, I like how things are. Yes I'd love to watch you play at Anfield but I don't want..."

"You don't want people knowing you're there for me?" His volume dropped as you studied his face you could see the way it hurt him.

You cupped his cheeks and his face held no emotion at all he was so good at turning it off quickly.

"Trent, it's not like that and you know it" he lifted his chin a little, you let out an uneven breath and stroked your thumbs across the apples of his cheeks.

"What's it like then?" You sighed, you'd done exactly what you didn't want to do.

"What if it all starts again" he saw the way your face changed the worry marring your face.

"It's been over a month, I know that it was tough, but football is massive for me you gotta understand that abs" you nodded still holding his face.

"I wanna share that with you, more than I've wanted to share it with anyone else. I don't want to keep you hidden away, I wanna celebrate with you I wanna look up and know you're in the stands, not every game but i want you to share in this with me."

Taking another deep breath his words seemed to hit you right in the feels, it made you want to turn up for him but the fear didn't just go away because you wanted to please him.

"I will always support you, you know how much I love watching you do what you do best. I'm just scared"

His hands moved onto your thighs fingers pressing against your bare skin.

"You know I've got you" it was so sweet of him. Not only did you want to believe him 100% you wanted it to be true but like the first time he wasn't even aware what was happening but that was on you, you didn't confide in him you'd played into the hands of strangers.

"I'm serious about you. You know that right?" The words made your heart drum louder in your ears as you nodded.

"We're practically living together at this point" he stated and you were though Trent's home was nice so was yours and you spent time at both of your places the point being you weren't without one another unless it was for an away game.

"I really like you" your cheeks were on fire, feeling the heat radiating from your face his hands pushed under the shirt of his you wore and onto your hips squeezing softly.

"You do?" He asked you nodded as he smirked.

"I thought you were just making up for throwing coffee over me." You shook your head and pushed at his chest at the comment.