Chapter Twenty-Five
WHEN I ARRIVED home, I sent Trevor a text, telling him that I wasn’t coming over. In the message I also explained that I wasn’t interested in seeing him again... because his world frightened the hell out of me. I also told him that if he called, I wouldn’t answer. I pretty much demanded that he give me space and respect my wishes.
I hesitated before I pushed “Send.” I hesitated, because deep down, part of me wanted to see that sexy smile again. Even more than that, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his tongue, his mouth, and what was hiding under those blue jeans. I wanted it badly. What I didn’t want was the drama and all of the other stuff that came with it. Something told me that if I did find myself in his bed, I’d make up excuses for that part of his life. It wo
