When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Three

I feel my eyes slowly open, and I take in my surroundings. I remember I've been kidnapped by a hot abductor, and we are in a motel room.

I was still exhausted. I blink my eyes open, and I start to roll over, and I suddenly freeze.

I was laying on top of Trevor.

My legs were tangled with his, my smooth thighs against his boxers under the sheets. One of my hands is placed under the pillow hid head was on, and my other hand held a fistful of his T shirt on his stomach, and my head was resting against his chest.

Oh my God.

This is so... awkward! What do I do? I'm frozen, praying he won't wake up while my face is pressed into his chest. That would take a lot of explaining. I wish I could see his face...

Breathe. Think. I can get out of this. His arms were wrapped around me, holding me against him. There was no way I could roll out of his grip without waking him up.

I close my eyes, feeling his warm skin through his T shirt. My ear was pressed against his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat throbbing rhythmically below my ear. I feel my body relax into his, letting my weight falter into him, my body molding into his. I soak up the feeling of my body rising and falling to his heavy breathing, and I nearly fall asleep again in his protective, strong arms.

But I don't. I can't risk him waking up to holding me. How did we even get in this position?

I can't resist. I have to see what his face looks like when he was sleeping. Probably adorable. Who can blame me for wanting to sneak a peek at their hot kidnapper asleep?

I slowly raise my head from his chest, and I let my eyes travel to his.

But his eyes are open.

Oh my God! He's awake! He's awake, and we're having the most awkward stare-down, given my face was no more than three inches away from his, and my body was sprawled over his body, and his arms were still wrapped around my waist.

"Um, good morning!" I exclaim, letting a nervous grin break across my face.

He pushes his eye brows together.

"Ally, why are you on top of me?"

"Why are you holding me?" I reply, waiting for him to move so I could move.

"Uh," he clears his throat, shaking his head, but he never breaks eye contact.

"Well?" I urge.

"Just get off of me," he mutters.

"You have to let go first."

"Oh, right. Sorry." He lets his arms drop, and I roll off of him.

"You should really learn to keep your hands to yourself there, Trev," I wink at him as I sit up, trying to lighten the awkward air.

"I'll work on that. But you should really learn not to grind on people in your sleep." He winks back, making my heart stop. Then I narrow my eyes at him.

"I guess we both have something to work on," I reply through gritted teeth, standing up and heading into the bathroom. I hear him chuckle as he watches me walk away.

I close the bathroom door, peeling my clothes off and tossing a fitted T shirt that I bought yesterday on. It was black, so I wouldn't stand out. But the shirt was meant to have a tank top, which I didn't have. But it wasn't too bad. It was just low cut and showed a bit of stomach.

I slide my new jean shorts on, and realize they were a little to short for my liking. Oh well. They were comfortable. I reach behind the toilet and grab my heels, the only shoes unfortunately I had with me. I strap them on around my ankles. They were black heels, so they matched fine, it was just uncomfortable.