Britts pov
So Jordan's at her audition and me and Trev are binging tv and we are watching peaky blinders. Yep I did just say peaky f*cking blinders. I am a little uncomfortable with Trev after last night and the earlier in that mornings events. I look at Trev and clear my throat.
'Ummm Trevor.... you said we need to talk.....'
He turns off the tv and turns to me.
'Ok Britt look. I think....well I know....i like you.... a lot....even my body tells me ....'
He then blushes
' Trev I know.... i like you too'
He looks at me and we lean in and once again our lips collide. We kiss blissfully for approximately 5 minutes then I pull away.
'S*it Britt I'm sorry'
I just breathe
After a few minutes of silence except my breathing I look back at Trev and just as he's about to say something I silence him by pressing our lips together. We kiss blissfully again and this time it's passionate too.
I realise that kissing Trev and just being in his presence makes me feel like the only girl in the world. After a few minutes more the kiss gets turned up a notch and we kiss with a bit of tounge action. Deep down I am upset about it because this means he's cheating on Jordan who clearly loves him.
We pull away breathless.
'Jordan's gonna murder us Trev'
'Actually Jordan was a rebound for me ....because you had Benjamin....'
' Wait really...you had to rebound from me'
'Yeah.... Brittany I've loved you from the second I saw you at auditions'
'Woah that was .....i don't even know.... but I guess the rebounding sorta f*cked up'
'Yeah you could say that'
We both laugh and then kiss once more.
After the kiss, which may I add lasted 5 minutes, we turned the tv back on and cuddle up on the couch and watch.
I feel like I'm in heaven
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Trittany Vs Tordan Vs BrittjaminVs Borden
FanfictionA wattpad book where brit and Ben split up and Trev and Jordan do as well and then Britt and Trev support each other and end up realising hidden feelings so get together and then because trittany happens Jordan asks Ben and they decide to get togeth...
