The Heartbreaker's Game

24 - You Irritate Me, Yet I Want You

Eh. Semi-rated. Again. Um.

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Heather’s POV

The next morning, I smiled brightly the moment I woke up. I had a pleasant dream — not about Trevor. And that meant he didn’t try to do any funny business with me last night. He was being annoying to me last night, irritating me with his cockiness as usual that I had shut the door and went to sleep.

And so, waking up to a beautiful morning was just what I needed to put me in a good mood today.

That was, unfortunately, I felt an arm wrapped around my waist.

My good mood disappeared almost in an instant, replaced by a deep scowl, and I turned to scold Trevor for coming in here to sleep with me when I stopped and let out a gasp, my face growing hot, flushed.

Why must Trevor look so adorable and peaceful when he’s asleep?!

Ugh.

I studied his features. His light brown hair shaded his eyes, but his thin, pink lips looked so welcoming, with his facial muscles relaxed. I leaned forward and touched our foreheads, our nose touching. My throat grew dry and I licked my dry lips. I placed my palm on his bare chest and he subconsciously wrapped his arms around me even tighter.

I could feel his heart beat against my chest. Could he feel my rapid heartbeat thudding against his?

Suddenly without warning, Trevor’s eyes flew opened and I was staring right into those gentle brown orbs.

“Eeep!” I exclaimed, startled, pulling back.

But Trevor pulled me back to him with a smile. “Good morning, Heather,” he said cheekily. “I know I’m very handsome but you staring at me is starting to freak me out. Please, do try to refrain yourself.”

I frowned.

So much for a good day.

I pushed him away and sat up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled, looking down on my hands, feeling a blush creeping to my cheeks. “Anyway, what the hell are you doing, sleeping next to me? I didn’t give you the guest room for nothing you know!”

He sat up lazily. He looked so hot with his hair all tousled up, giving me that smirk. I squeezed my eyes shut and told myself to focus. He pouted cutely. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he told me pitifully. “So I thought you’d keep me company.”

“Ass.”

The cute act was gone, replaced by that evil smirk of his. “Yes, lovely ass you’ve got,” he said. I couldn’t decipher his tone of voice. “I mean, I didn’t know you didn’t wear clothes to sleep. Anyone ever told you how hot and sexy you looked? What if some horny dude breaks into the house in the middle of the night, sees how hot you are, gets unbelievably horny and rapes you? I doubt you’d be able to defend yourself well.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I demanded to know.

He didn’t say anything. He just eyed me up and down, with an eyebrow arched and a smirk at the corner of his mouth. I quickly covered myself, feeling like he was undressing me with his eyes. Why do I feel so much skin?

I looked down and my eyes widened. Sure enough, I wasn’t wearing clothes. I was only in my black-and-white polka dots panty with ribbons at the sides that kept my panty up and secured. Then I glanced at my shirt and realized that I was wearing a mini tank top, which held my breast, showing my bare stomach.