Until Trevor (Until, #2)(19)
“She’s still with me, Mom.”
“She’s still with you? It’s seven-thirty in the morning.” If it wasn’t for the concern in her voice, I would have laughed. “What’s going on, Trevor Mayson? So help me—if you hurt that girl...”
“Jesus, Mom, we’re dating. I took her to the hospital last night. I didn’t want her out of my sight, so I brought her here rather than digging through her shit to find her keys to stay at her place.”
“Oh…okay,” she pauses, probably stunned that Liz and me are together.
“Thanks for letting me know where your loyalties lie, Mom.”
“Oh, stop. She’s a good girl.” I know my mom is rolling her eyes; we have always been close. I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I turn my head to see Liz standing in the doorway. Her hair is all over the place; my shirt is too big for her—about the same length as her dress from last night—and she looks adorable.
“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” She shrugs, looking at the coffee pot. I can tell she’s still half-asleep. “Come here.” I say softly, holding up my arm. She stumbles to me, rubbing her face into my chest, and I kiss her hair. “Did you sleep okay?” I ask quietly, and she nods her head. Then I hear my mom sob into the phone. “Mom, you okay?”
“Perfect.” She pauses a second. “Great, I’ll let you go and call your brothers to tell them you’re going to be late to the site.”
“Yeah, alright.”
“I'm happy for you, honey.” She says quickly before hanging up. I sigh, tossing my phone on the counter. Mom’s going to be flipping out. I lift Liz’s face, checking her over. There is no swelling or redness; she looks much better, but not knowing what her reaction was from still worries me.
“You look a lot better.”
“Why am I here?” she asks, then bites her lip like she didn’t mean to ask.
I want to say, “Because this is where you will be from now on.” But I know better. Plus, right now, she has her body pressed against mine, and I didn’t even have to corner her. “You were really sick last night. I didn’t want you to be alone.”
“Oh,” she mumbles. I smile, bending my head to touch my mouth to hers. When I pull away, her eyes slowly open. I love that look.
I pull her closer; both my hands go to her lower back above her ass. I pull up my tee. She shivers as my fingers run along her smooth skin. “You need to call the specialist and set up an appointment for as soon as possible while I make us something to eat,” I say. Her eyes narrow, then she scrunches her nose up, shaking her head.
“It’s too early for you to start being bossy.” I smirk, pulling her closer and noticing her breath smells like mint.
“Did you brush your teeth?”
“I found a spare toothbrush in your cabinet and used it. I hope that’s ok. I mean, you had like a hundred, so I didn’t think you would notice.” She smirks, and my gut clenches.
“My friend Frank is a dentist.”
“Uh-huh.” She shrugs, her eyes going over my shoulder to the coffee pot. She’s thinking I'm full of shit and that when a chick stays over, I offer them a toothbrush in the morning, but it’s not why I have them. I might be a dick, but I don’t lie.
“Look at me,” I say softly, pulling her attention away from the coffee pot. “You know my history, baby; it’s not some big secret.” Using her panties, I pull her deeper into me so she’s forced to stand on her tiptoes. “But just like when I was honest with you about what I wanted, I was honest with them.” I take a breath, kissing her softly. “I need to know now if you can handle that part of me.” I need her to understand that I'm serious; this won’t work if she second-guesses me. “I'm not going to be with you and feel like I need to tread carefully just because I have a past.”
She’s just staring at me, not saying anything. This goes on for a while. Finally, she says what I need to hear. “You’re right. I'm sorry; I can handle it. Just promise that you will always be honest with me.”
“Promise,” I say against her mouth, sliding my hands down the inside of her panties. Pulling her up, her legs go around my waist. Her breathing picks up as I set her on the counter; my mouth is on hers, tasting, licking, and biting. When she moans, I start to pull back, kissing her more softly, not wanting it to get out of hand when I don’t have time to thoroughly appreciate her. “Go get your phone while I fix us something to eat,” I tell her, running my hands along the smooth skin of her thighs. I'm torturing myself; I need to either go take care of myself, or take a cold shower.
“Fine,” she pouts, jumping off the counter. I grab her and give her a quick kiss, then go about fixing us breakfast.
Chapter 4
Liz
“Oh, honey! I'm so glad you’re okay,” Mom says as soon as I walk into the store. I’m not sure I am okay; I feel like I’m living in an alternate universe. I’m now girlfriend to the notorious player Trevor Mayson; then this morning, before we left his house, he told me that he would be picking me up and we were, and I quote, “Going to pick out a puppy.” I don’t even have my own place. I still need to look for an apartment, and even in an apartment, I don’t need a dog; so I told him that, and he said, “We’re getting a dog; it’s what couples do.” I shook my head, trying to remember that he had never had a relationship before, so he didn’t know that people who just started dating didn’t buy living things together. They didn’t even buy an inanimate object together. My case was lost when his mouth crashed into mine and I forgot what we were arguing about.