When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter Nineteen

"An arcade?" I demand, looking around at the dingy floor and dimmed lights while my heart forgets to beat.

"Who doesn't love an arcade?" Laughs Trevor, his eyes on me instead of the maze of games standing in front of us.

"Oh, I love arcades," I assure him, with a smile on my face. "I just didn't realize you, the big bad kidnapper, did."

"How can you not love an arcade?" Chuckles Trevor, with the slight shake of his head.

"Well, Trevor, I'm just going to warn you that I get pretty competitive," I laugh, watching Trevor tip his head back slighly in amusement as he watches me, his stare alone sending shivers down my arms. I shake the feeling off - I'm not supposed to fall into a little stare like this.

"I'd like to see that," jokes Trevor, his voice low in mockery.

"Oh, you will." I assure him, the smile on my face never loosening. I don't know if I was still soaring from the adrenaline rush from being on stage gave me, or if Trevor really did affect my mood, but I felt like everything was going good today. Trevor has been watching me with wide, lustful eyes ever since I stepped off stage, so I had his attention and the perfect set up for him to kiss me. It was surprisingly ten at night already, but I wasn't too worried. He'd kiss me within the next two hours.

Hopefully.

And now we're in a little arcade full of games in the city of romantic, beautiful San Francisco. The nightlife is crawling down the streets, Trevor and I can't stop looking at each other, I have arms full of new merchandise, and we still have the rest of the night to conquer. This has probably been one of my favorite days of... I don't know if it's appropriate to say 'of my life', is it? Does spending the day with Trevor just hanging out beat all the VIP concerts, major parties, and foreign vacations I've been to? Surely not.

But... I think it did.

"I need to put these bags down so I can smoke you at skee-ball," I tell Trevor, the grin still plastered to my face, absolutely looking forward to continue the happiness of this day.

"Excuses, excuses," Trevor rolls his eyes, before turning to the desk with the prizes. "Ask them."

I turn and stride up to the desk, very aware of Trevor's stares on my back as I walk away. I hand the two teenagers working my shopping bags to hold. Trevor meets me at a purple machine, where we buy our coins for the games. I can't help but laugh at the situation. Never in a million years would I have guessed Trevor, of all people, would be the one to bring me to an arcade for fun. Not that I was looking at this as a date, but all the guys I've always dated wanted to impress me with big dinners, expensive activities, and any sort of broadcast of their money. Again, Trevor isn't acting like this is a date, but it was my first time to be with a guy in an arcade for fun. I've never experienced this. And for whatever, ridiculous, crazy reason, this little arcade made me like Trevor even more.

I should really stop thinking like this.

But, never in a million years could I have hoped to be getting along with Trevor like this after last week. It was relieving, especially after how much of a jerk he's been for the past few days, ever since Santa Cruz. Well, ever since Holden.

I really was looking forward to seeing Holden again. I didn't like him like I liked Trevor, but I've never imagined feeling anything like I do towards Trevor. It's a foreign feeling to me. I'm not cliche enough to blame it on 'love', because I'm not that naive. I couldn't actually be in love with Trevor. It's just... Impossible. But I didn't know what I felt.

I watch Trevor hold out his hand for me, and I almost die before I realize his hand is just full of coins for me take. I study his eyes that burn into mine as I reach for the coins, I soak up the feeling of the involuntary fireworks that erupt like nuclear explosions when our fingers brush against each other, I attempt to memorize the feel of my heart stalling in my chest and the sound of my blood pounding into my head at being somewhat close to him. This isn't normal, is it? Not to me. Holden, as much as I was attracted to the hottie, didn't make me feel like this. And I've never liked anyone in the way I like Holden, let alone my kidnapper.