The Heartbreaker's Game

19 - Where is He?

Trevor’s POV

Heather gaped at me, sitting up in bed. “W – What the hell?” she spluttered out, trying to gather her thoughts right.

I smirked as I hugged her from the waist, my head resting on her thigh. With one hand, I grabbed both her arms so she couldn’t slap me away. I kissed her softly on her waist and felt her shivering. “Had a good sleep? I know I had.”

She closed her eyes, but I can see images of me and her doing it suddenly popped up. She opened my eyes, blinking.

I saw the panicked look on her face and softened, wondering if I had taken it a bit too far. “Hey, I was just kidding. Of course nothing happened last night. I made it up.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “It was just a dream, then,” Heather murmured to herself, shaking her head.

I raised an eyebrow. What did she just say? “You dreamt that we did it?” I asked with a sly smirk.

She blushed, realizing what she just revealed to me. “N – no!” she stammered but I knew she was lying. To cover it up for it, she scowled and quickly said, “Hey, what were you doing in bed with me, anyway?”

I looked up to her with innocent eyes, pretending to be hurt that she even needed to ask. “But, baby, we had fun last night, didn’t we? Or have you forgotten how you called my name while riding hard on me?” I pouted slightly.

She gasped, hand flying to cover her mouth. “But I thought you said that we didn’t do it!” she shrieked and began to swat me away with her arms. “You just told me that we did nothing! Ugh! You stupid alien!”

I had a twinkle of mischief in my eyes. “But you dreamt it, didn’t you?” I asked.

She frowned, confusion clearly written all over on her face. “How on earth did you —?” Then she gasped. Wow, for a human being, she sure grasp the meaning quite fast. I doubt any other girls would have understood. “Fuck! Don’t tell me you can control my dreams?!”

I laughed evilly. Then I sat up and nodded. “I loved the way you moaned my name,” I teased, reaching a hand to stroke her blushing cheek. “And you know what? It makes me want you. Now.” I pinned her down and leaned down, pressing her lips to mine. “Heather . . .” Truth to be told, I loved kissing her.

She’s got really soft, kissable lips.

She wasn’t afraid of me like she was with Jared. Jared did this to her because, well, I don’t know. But I’m only doing this to annoy her. And I have a strong feeling that I’m right. Hehe.

But then she reached her legs up and kneed me in the groin. Groaning as I felt a sharp jolt of pain, I rolled off her and she jumped off the bed.

“Hey! Pervert!” she screeched at me. “How dare you do that to me! I am so sick and tired of you messing with my mind! It’s not funny! And I find it unfair because I can’t do anything to fight back!”

I shrugged nonchalantly. “All’s fair in love and war,” I quoted in a sing-song voice that irritated her even more.

She scowled. “I don’t understand what you mean by love,” Heather muttered darkly, “but it’s war, all right.”

I chuckled softly, amused. “But you’ll understand when I say that you enjoyed the dream, right?” I asked innocently.

Heather’s face turned beet red and she refused to meet my eyes so I knew that I had hit jackpot. “No,” she mumbled but inside, I’m pretty sure she was screaming, I WANT MORE. GIVE ME MORE.