When I Fall For My Kidnapper

Chapter 21

I wake with a smile plastered to my face.

I don't lift my head that rests against Trevor's bare chest as I listen to his calm heartbeat and focus on the heavy rise and fall of his chest. His arms hold me tightly against him, never letting go since he first wrapped them around me last night. I could stay like this for the rest of my life and die happier than anyone else.

A few minutes later, Trevor's breathing shallows and he groans, slowly waking.

"Good morning," I mumble against his chest, suddenly nervous. Not because I was laying on top of Trevor... unclothed... but because I had no idea how he would respond. Would he be angry? Pretend it didn't happen? Order me off of him?

My nerves are put to ease as I feel his lips press a kiss to the top of my hair, his arms tightening around me, hugging me closer to his chest.

"Morning, sweetheart," he greets groggily, a slightly playful edge to his tone. I respond by pushing myself up, reaching for his lips. He meets me halfway, pressing his mouth genlty to mine, his tongue lightly tracing my bottom lip.

We grin at each other lazily, neither of us wanting to move. Eventually, I lay back down against his chest, Trevor's fingers lightly tracing designs in my back, sending shivers racing down my arms. I let myself slide my arms up his chest, tangling my hands into his gorgeous hair. Memories from last night flash through my mind, and my smile deepens. That was the best night I've ever had.

"We have to leave in an hour," Trevor groans from under me. I frown, not wanting to leave this spot ever again.

"Fine," I grumble, pouting as I attempt to roll off of him, but his hold around me tightens.

"I'm offended that you're so eager to leave," he chuckles, and I roll my eyes.

"I'm the opposite of eager," I correct bitterly.

"We don't have to leave right now," he says, pausing. "Unless you want to, of course."

"I'm fine," I say possibly too quickly judging by Trevor's throaty laugh as I snuggle deeper into him, his hand ruffling my crazy hair playfully.

"Last night was..." Trevor trails off purposefully, letting me finish for him.

"Great?" I offer, an idiotic grin still painted on my features.

"You could say that," nods Trevor, a smile in his voice as well. I press my lips against his throat, relieved that last night had finally happened. And it had been better than I thought humanly possible. Way better.

Trevor stiffens under my touch to his neck, and then relaxes with a faint sigh. We enjoy the embrace the morning offered for a few more minutes, before Trevor sits up, bringing me with him.

"We should get ready," he announces, cradling me against him.

"I guess," I pout, pushing myself out of his arms, wrapping myself up in his comforter. He rolls his eyes at me after I cover myself up as he reaches for his boxer briefs, slipping them on quickly before standing up and backing me against his closet wall. He slips his lips into mine as his hands hold my jaw in place, before he pulls back and strides out of the room.

"I have dry cereal if you want?" He calls over his shoulder. I stumble out into his living room, struggling to walk with the thick duvet around me, my eyes trained on Trevor's bare, muscled back.

"I thought you said you didn't have anything!" I exclaim.

"Well, I have dry cereal," he corrects. "Oh, and protein bars. Hey, I have milk!"