The Heartbreaker's Game

12 - Kisses and Coffee

Heather’s POV

After Trevor paid for our lunch (even though I tried to protest but he was simply persistent), he drove me home — which would be where he would be staying for the next couple of days). I wonder, where would he sleep?

Well, obviously, he’d be sleeping in the guest room but I hope that the guest room is clean. I’m not sure if I’d tidied it up.

I glanced at him from the passenger’s seat. He was concentrating hard on the road. I can’t help but admire his features. He was handsome, although I’ll never say it to his face. His head will just grow bigger.

But, he chose that perfect moment to turn his head and catch me staring him. I quickly looked away but not before I saw the smirk on his face. “I know I’m good-looking and you can’t wait to jump into my pants but it’s getting kind of creepy when you stare at me like that,” he said.

I scowled, blushing slightly at being caught. “I was actually wondering if you had landed face-first every time your mother dropped you when you were a baby,” I shot back, rolling my eyes as if to cover up for checking him out.

“Touché,” he remarked with a smile. “Lighten up, will you? That way, you’ll enjoy life and have fun.”

I ignored him. “Turn here,” I told Trevor and he turned into the corner. I directed him to the apartment building and he parked his car at the parking lot.

As he got out, he eyed the rundown, shabby building. “Wow . . . you live here?”

I shot him a look. “If you don’t like it, you’re welcomed to leave,” I retorted, feeling defensive.

He held his hands up in defence. “I was merely asking.”

I rolled my eyes and walked into the apartment building. He followed suit. Inside the elevator, things were kind of awkward. I refused to meet his eyes and he kept glancing everywhere. I didn’t know what he was thinking. I could not read his expression.

Finally when we reached my house, he looked around. I waited for judgement to come but instead he smirked. “Three rooms,” he said, “which means one is your bathroom, one if your parents’ room and the other is your room, right?”

I shook my head. I pointed to the door on my left. “Actually, that’s the guest room and it’s where you’ll be staying for now,” I told him as I started my way to the kitchen. “Are you thirsty? Do you want anything to drink?” I may not find him amusing but I do know how to be hospital.

He raised an eyebrow. “Where are your parents? Where do they sleep?” he asked me.

I froze.

Oh crap. I’ve forgotten about that.

“It’s none of your business,” I snapped defensively and began walking toward the kitchen. But some strange force made me turn around and I felt I was being drifted backward. I was turned to Trevor and I saw that he had his hands out, palms upright, as though he was pulling me toward him. I gasped, frantically trying to gather my thoughts straight. How is this possible?

“What the hell —?”

I stopped in front of him and he grasped my wrists. I tried to struggle but he was too strong. I looked up and found myself staring into those brown eyes — that were filled with concern. Gone were the arrogance and cockiness, replaced with concern and worried look in those orbs.

“Do they not live with you?” he murmured softly.

“How did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, blinking innocently.