Page 29 of Fourteen Years

My cheeks heated with a blush as I looked down, replacing the lid carefully.

“So, what movie are we going to watch?” I was very good at deflecting when things were getting serious. It didn't help that I was thrown off. I’d expected take-out pizza later. Old Trevor would’ve had me up against the door before anything else had happened. I felt like I would’ve been less nervous if he’d just done that and we’d gotten it out of the way.

“I figured we could watch a comedy. Maybe? Or whatever you want if you have a girly movie you want to see?” he said, turning to start plating the food. He added a roll to both plates.

“Can you grab the rest of those in the bread basket?” He asked, walking towards his small kitchen table.

He really had a movie planned? Where was Trevor and what had this man done with him?

I stared at the bread basket filled with rolls in front of me and something inside of me snapped.

Before my brain could register what my body was doing I picked up a roll, turned, and threw it at the back of his pretty blonde head.

I covered my mouth as the roll made contact and pressed back against the counter. That was the most immature thing I’d done in ages. I had to blame the nerves.

His body stopped right by the kitchen table and he set the plates down slowly at the two settings he’d had ready. He turned around, pierced eyebrow cocked.

“Did you just throw a fucking dinner roll at me?”

I shrugged, trying my damndest not to start nervously giggling. I was definitely losing my mind.

“What the fuck, Mon?” he questioned.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous as hell,” I began “This is all new to me. You cooked dinner. You set the table. You’re being a gentleman. The old Trevor would’ve just pushed me up against the door after he’d closed it and gotten the whole sex thing out of the way.” I blurted out.

He crossed his arms, staring at me.

“Sorry?” I squeaked, even more nervous now.

Crossing the room towards me in long, steady strides, he crowded into my space. My back hit the hard edge of the countertop as I craned my neck back to look up at him.

“The Trevor you knew really, really well was a teenager and in his early twenties and fucked in the head.” he said, bringing his hand up to rest on my chest at the base of my throat gently. My pulse was pounding and my breath was coming in soft pants.

“I’m thirty-eight years old now,” he continued, his eyes moving down my body again like he owned it. “I still have the instinct to say fuck the dinner and bend you over this counter and fuck my claim into you.” he leaned down, his breath hot and wet against my ear as I gasped, feeling his hard body press against my softer one.

“But I’ve waited a long fucking time for this and its not going to be some quick fuck against a door. I found that I like to savor and appreciate things now." He trailed his nose down my throat, sliding his hand up to squeeze my neck gently.

“I’m going to savor my dinner and then I’m going to savor you ” he finished, standing up straight again. I watched him walk back to the table and stand behind a chair.

“Get your ass over here and sit down, Monica.” he said, waiting to push the chair in.

Okay then,I thought to myself, walking over and doing what he said in a daze. He pushed me in gently, before moving my hair off my shoulder. Leaning down and kissing the side of my neck softly, causing me to close my eyes at the contact. When he took the seat across from me he smirked.

“Thank you. It looks amazing.” I said, my voice cracking slightly with the underlying tension in the room.

“Fucking breathe, Mon” he laughed, pouring me some wine from the bottle he had on ice at the table.

“You make it hard to breathe,” I blurted out, picking up my glass and taking a healthy drink.

Trevor’s eyes darkened, across from me.

“You think you’re having trouble breathing now?” he questioned, “Just wait until later.”

He looked down, picking up his silverware and beginning his meal, while I just gaped at him.

How could this man just say and do the things he did and return to normal things like that?

Jesus.

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