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out
of the seat when it was her turn again, she straddled him in the seat.
    He
looked down at her bare legs, telling himself not to touch her. His hands were
confused and thought that his brain told them to touch her, and he ran both of
them up her bare legs.
    “What
are you thinking about?” he asked, looking up to her.
    She
pressed her lips together and twisted them toward the left slightly.
    “Uh
uh,” he said and she smiled, knowing what he was thinking.
    “You
don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”
    “I
have wanted to know what you are thinking since the day I laid eyes on you.”
    “Why?”
she asked as she played with the bottom of his t-shirt.
    He
shrugged his shoulders. “You mesmerize me.”
    “You
mesmerize me too, and I don’t understand it.”
    “What
don’t you understand?”
    “Why
I can laugh with you, why I can talk to you, why I can’t stop thinking about
you and why you make me feel the way you do.”
    “Come
on,” he said patting her leg and wanting her to remove her body from his.
    She
got up, and he followed without a rebuttal to her last statement, wanting to
get away from the too deep conversation. He opened the door and stepped aside, and
when he turned to let her go in front of him, she had an angry look in her
eyes.
    “If
you don’t want to know what I’m thinking, then don’t fucking ask me,” she said,
storming past him.
    “Hey
Alley,” he said quietly and lightly took her wrist. She shot him a dirty look
and jerked her arm from him. She disappeared back to her room, and he fought
hard not to go after her.
    Let
her go Trevas, he told himself and knew that it was best if she stayed mad
at him and avoided him, but he also knew that he hated her being unhappy,
knowing that her whole life was full of unhappiness.
    He
was watching a cooking show when she came back down around three in the
afternoon and walked past him without a glance or a word and went to the pool.
He looked out at her periodically, and she sat with her back to him in the
lounge with her e- book. She lowered the back of the lounge chair, and rolled
over to her stomach, dropped the sunglasses and book to the concrete. She lay
with her arms above her head, and he could tell after her not moving and staying
in the same position for over twenty minutes, she had fallen asleep.
    He
tried to get her to stay downstairs and eat with him, and she refused. She was
shut down again and locked herself in her room. He told himself that it was best
to let her stay mad and not talk to him. He decided that he would not come to
the kitchen when she came down in the middle of the night for food.
    She
fought hard herself to stay in her room. She tried to read, tried to play a
game on her computer, tried to watch a movie but noting helped. Her mind kept
going back to Trevas, and she knew she was just setting herself up for what
would be nothing more than a broken heart. Why did he make her feel like he
did? What was it about him? She had other guys interested in her before, but
she could never return the interest and didn’t understand what was happening
and why he was getting to her like he was.
     
    Trevas
listened around eleven at night and heard her coming down the stairs, but she didn’t
go to the kitchen. She tapped on his door and then opened it before he had a
chance to say anything.
    “What’s
wrong?” he asked as she put her hands behind her back, and leaned up against
the threshold, wearing her panties and skimpy camisole.
    She
didn’t answer and only stared at him.
    “Come
here,” he said quietly and didn’t know why. He lifted the covers, and she
eagerly crawled into his arms.
    Trevas
looked down at her, beneath his body. “What the hell am I supposed to do with
you?” he asked, and she lifted her body, and he took her mouth. She sat up a
little and removed her shirt, and he looked down at her young perky breast, she
watched his eyes as he did. He moved his eyes back to hers, regaining the control
not to