When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Eleven

I feel Trevor's heart beating wildly deep in his chest beneath my fingers, the warmth overwhelming and soft. I look up, expecting a sincere gaze from Trevor, but instead, a little smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. I pull my hand away, breaking the contact between us, and force a smile of my own to my face, sliding out from being trapped between the bar and Trevor. Trevor didn't stop me, so I'm assuming the plan had worked and I was safe.

"Um," I stammer. I don't know what to say! "Your shirt is really soft."

Smooth.

"Oh yeah?" Asks Trevor humorously, reaching for my hand again. I instinctively let him hold it, as he tangles my fingers into the material of his shirt, his fingers wrapping around mine. My breath is hitched in my throat, and all I want to do is pull his clothing to bring him closer to me. It felt like we were magnets being pulled together, but something wouldn't let us collide. He notices my shallow, uneven breathing, so of course his smirk deepens and my face grows red, making him snort a chuckle.

"Yeah." I confirm, annoyed. "It's soft."

I feel a bulge on my hip as Trevor presses his body to mine. Oh my God!

"But that's not," Trevor whispers humorously in my ear, referring to the bulge he had pressed on my hip. What the hell?! This is so awkward!

I then force my hand out of his electrifying hold, and Trevor looks down at me curiously. I slip my hand under his shirt to touch his abs.

I try not to drool.

"And so are those," I tell him, and I pull my hand away. Oh my God! Did I really just touch his abs?! And insult them?! Where the hell did I get the nerve to do that?

They were, like, sculpted by a god! Who was I fooling?

Trevor lets out a low chuckle, clearly amused.

"So you like my abs?" He questions it like a statement, folding his arms over his chest challengingly.

I shrug, crossing my arms as well, annoyed with myself."I've felt better."

That was a total lie. And I think he knows it.

"Really? Hmm." He pauses, shaking his head. "I don't think you have."

He was right about that.

"Yeah, well," say something, say something, say something, "you'll never know."

"Whatever, Ally," he smiles, a confident grin still on his mouth.

Fortunately, Holden walks up to us at that moment to save me.

"You ready?" Holden asks, oblivious to the fact that my heart was about to fall out of my chest. Trevor's too, apparently.

"Yeah, we're ready." I say, glancing at Trevor. His smile was gone as he glares at Holden.

Jeeze.

"Let's go," Holden says, his arm draping easily around my waist. I smile involuntarily. Holden was so hot. And his arm was around me. I'm in dreamland between Holden and Trevor. Jake too, even.

I'm suddenly being roughly pulled from Holden's hard body and jerkily pulled into Trevor's. I let out a yelp, but Trevor just snorts in dismissal. Possessive much? But I am not going to complain. If he's hot, he's hot.

And I like Trevor being possessive. It made me feel - well, amazing. Who wouldn't? Anyone would feel amazing if a guy like Trevor got jealous because of you.

His arm squeezes me against him, and Holden gives Trevor a questioning look. If I were him, I would too, given Trevor just ripped me from Holden's hold for no apparent reason.