She nods and smiles. I can almost see a bit of happiness seep into her sad eyes. “Okay,” she whispers and nods. “Leonidas,” she says to herself.
My full name coming out of someone else’s mouth has never been this hot. Her tongue rolls. Her voice sounds sexy and seductive. I shift around and try to hide the bulge in my pants. Damn, no girl has ever given me a boner by just saying my name.
I clear my throat and glance ahead of me. “Why did you come up here and get drunk out of your mind?”
“My mom,” is all she gives me.
“I need more than that, Trinity.”
She shrugs her shoulders. I see a shiver jolt through her body. Picking up my favorite hoodie, I hand it to her. She takes it without protest.
“I love this hoodie,” she says. Her gaze focuses on the colorful graphics on the gray background.
Her hand travels along the black music note, making a frown appear on the face that has me whipped.
“Put it on, will you?” I laugh. “You look like you’re going to freeze to death.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes at me. “Whatever.”
I watch as she pulls the hoodie over her head. It looks so big on her. Trinity looks like a sad puppy, drowning in my hoodie. I hold myself back from the urge to pull her body into mine, feel her against me. Knowing it would instantly relax me has my hands itching at my sides.
My clothes on a girl have never looked this good.
Her fingers pull up the hood, hiding her beautiful hair from my view. I watch with a secret smile as she sniffs the fabric and sighs.
“My mom has been really controlling since my dad passed away. She sees how much I miss him, and I know she’s trying to fill the hole in my heart. But the more she tries to control me like I’m her puppet, the more she pushes me away,” she rants. “When she found out about the fight, she didn’t even care to ask if I was okay. All she cared about was our image, how people saw me. I couldn’t care less what people think about me. They don’t matter …” She trails off, hurt dripping from her voice.
“Fuck them,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Fuck everyone. I fucking hate it here.” Her body shakes with silent sobs. Her hands cover her eyes as her lungs struggle to bring in oxygen. “I’m stuck. I’m still so sad, and I don’t know why.”
I’m staring at her in shock. What the hell do I do? My heart breaks for her. I should have been nicer to her when we first met. I pushed myself to stay away. Now, that seems impossible for me. When Trinity keeps her feelings bottled up, she’s still nice. When I keep quiet and let the guilt and suffering build up inside of me, I act like an asshole. I can’t help it though. It’s who I am.
I’ve never had to comfort a crying girl before. Yet I know how she feels, and that seems more important. We’re two broken souls, hanging on by a thread.
I know whenever I break down, I just want someone to pull me into their arms and be there for me.
Since I’m the lead singer in X3, people expect me to be strong and indestructible.
I just want to be a guy for once and break down in someone else’s arms.
Opening my bent knees, I pull her in the middle of them. She doesn’t protest as she sinks into my chest. Her body shakes against mine until the sun sets, and we both fall asleep.
SEVENTEEN
TRINITY
My head pounds. My mouth is as dry as cardboard. I shift slightly, and my sore butt screams at me. It feels as if I fell down a one-hundred-story building.
Trying to find a more comfortable position, I realize my arms are being squashed together.
What the hell? Why can’t I move?
I panic when I feel warmth behind me.
Please let me not be alone with a serial killer in this tree house in the middle of a forest.
I quickly glance down at the arms that are wrapped around my midsection, squeezing me. My body sags in relief when I find silver rings looped around slim, long fingers. Unique tattoos linger on veiny, muscular arms. Gosh, I’ve never appreciated them until this moment. The art on his olive complexion is breathtaking. Sitting here all day and looking at each one for hours sounds amazing.
Feeling his breath on my face, I finally notice after I’m snapped out of my daydreaming that his face is in my neck. The skin where his lips brush against me burns with an overwhelming amount of intensity. His deep breathing hypnotizes me into believing I’m dreaming. There’s no way I’m wrapped in Leo’s arms. I feel every muscle in his stomach, arms, and … yeah,that.
