Chapter Twenty-One

I am so tired by the time we reach my house that I can barely hold my eyes open. Trevor finds my keys in my pocket and carries me inside. A girl could get used to this.

He carries me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing and we both know I do- I'm fond of food. But he doesn't seem to mind so I don't worry about it too much.

He lays me on the bed and I feel him tugging my shoes off of my feet. I let out a small giggle. "What is it, beautiful?" I nearly swoon. He lays beside me.

"I really really like you, Trevor Lyles. I like you a lot." When I'm sleepy, I tend to have a drunken mouth. Oh well. He grins and hides his face in the crook of my neck.

"And I really really like you, Riley Brinks. Like a lot, a lot." I giggle from a combination of him kissing my neck and the butterflies his sweet words create. He's bossy, arrogant, and beyond cocky but he's mine. I sigh.

"Thank you for not giving up on me." His eyes twinkle at my words. "Don't thank me, Princess. Like I said earlier, you haven't seen anything yet." He kisses my forehead. "Now get some sleep, the sun is starting to come up." I snuggle even deeper into his arms and smile happily. This was bliss.

I wake up to three different pizza boxes on my bed. I look up to see Trevor walking in with two champagne flutes and laugh as I watch him pour Mountain Dew in them. This guy. Sigh. "I didn't know what kind of pizza you liked so I ordered pepperoni, meat lovers, and cheese. Oh and I got you a soda fountain." I look up at him like he just called me ugly.

"You what?" He looks sheepishly are me and nods towards the corner of my room. I look over to see that there is indeed a soda fountain present. "How?" He shrugs.

"You're a hard sleeper and I told the guys that if they woke you while installing it there would be hell to pay." I jump up off the bed, nearly sending the pizzas flying but I didn't care. Okay, maybe I did care a little bit. I tackle Trevor with a hug and a jump and wrap my legs around his waist.

"This is amazing. You shouldn't have done it though. Thank you so much, Trevor." He laughs and sets me on my feet in front of him. He takes me chin to hold my face in place.

"Stop. Thanking. Me. You are my girl now. Your wish is my command, Princess." I snort and head over to check out the soda fountain. I push one of the buttons. It's legit. It works. There is an actual soda dispenser in my room to be used as I please. No more ninety-nine cent solar cups from the seven eleven for me!

I giggle as I head to the pizza boxes. Hmmm. Which flavor do I prefer? I think all three. I see Trevor grinning like a mad man. "That is my girl!"

After we eat, I shower and get dressed. Trevor showers in the downstairs bathroom and just changed into his clothes he had in his bag. Grey sweatpants and a white tee. My, my. "Stop drooling, it's rude." He winks at me.

I turn red and pop his bicep. I'm sure it hurt me more than it did him. He laughs and wrestled me back onto the bed. My breath catches at our position and our eyes lock. "Don't be scared. We're going to take this entire thing as slowly or as fast as you want to go. It can be now or it can be a year from now, as long as you're mine Riley, I don't care." I nod my head and stare into his beautiful caramel colored eyes. I bring my face slightly closer to his and he closes the distance.

I gasp when his tongue enters my mouth and then moan when I realize I like it. I'm getting really into it as our hands explore each other. Trevor moans when I nip his bottom lip a little and then the door swings open. We jump apart and stare at my dad staring at us. My dad just has a blank look on his face.

"Well this is great. Trevor will you be joining us for dinner? We're going to Mac's this evening." Trevor has apparently lost his words because he just nods. "Great. Carry on."

He turns around and shuts the door. Trevor looks at me with bewildered eyes.

"What the hell? Why am I not dead right now?" I shrug my shoulders. "I've never been a normal teenager and he hasn't ever been the ideal dad. I pretty much grew up taking care of him. Not the other way around." He just nods his head.

I understand that since I've never actually put my dad in this position before that he might actually not know how to react but the lack of response from him kind of hurt. "So, have you ever been to Mac's?" I look at him and shake me head. "You'll love it, my parents frequent it. It's souther cuisine." I perk up.

"Do they have grits?" I'm so excited I practically shout at him. He looks confused. Oh, no. Oh, no, Trevor baby, you were almost perfect!

"What?" He scratches just head. My shoulders droop. "Riley, what is it baby?" I shake my head slowly. Whose turn is it to be disappointed now? "Peaches."

"Here I was, thinking you were perfect." He snorts. "That's because I am?" I sigh sadly. "Here I was, thinking you were the one." He growls. "Girl, don't play with me." I look up at him with a remorse stricken face.

"Sorry, Trev. I don't think this is going to work out." I watch his handsome face go from hurt to anger to pure stubbornness and it takes everything in me to keep a straight face. "Grits are life, man."

He doesn't say anything, he just tackles me to the bed again. "Ouch! You shithead, you bit me!" He rolls over holding his side while laughing. I jump up off of the bed and run to the mirror.

"That was the cutest thing I've ever heard! And in your perfect little accent as well!" I shriek as I see the red mark on my neck. I storm around my room and bathroom looking for concealer. As soon as I find it I attempt to put it on. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You aren't covering that up. I'm proud of that!" I turn around and stare at him. "I marked my territory, damn it." He's standing up now with his hands on his hips looking deadly serious. Now that is the most adorable thing I've ever seen.

"So what are we going to do until dinner?" I look at him and keep talking. "I was thinking maybe we could ride a certain bike?" He laughs and pulls me to him. He kisses my forehead, I swoon. You get it.

"Whatever you want to do, baby." I jump in excitement one time and run for my shoes. "Can I drive it?" His eyes go wide. "Whatever you want to do, baby. Except that." I snort and frown at the same time. Oh how attractive, Riley. Really, way to go.

I love the way I feel on Trevor's bike. I really want one of my own. I felt like I was weightless and that nothing else mattered. There really is freedom in a motorcycle.

When Trev stopped the bike I realized he had driven us to what appeared to be some kind of leather and punk store. We walk in hand in hand and are greeted by the guy behind the counter immediately.

"Hey Trevor, hows it going man?" The thirty-ish looking man behind the counter smiles warmly at us. Trevor bumps his fist.

"It's going good, Mike. Great really." I grin. I can't help it. "Is my order ready?" Mike nods his head and holds up a finger for us to wait. He comes back out in less than thirty seconds with a white box.

"Open it up, let me see what you think. I was really excited about this customization, man." Trevor grins and hands the box to me. I grab it with zero hesitation. When I open it I gasp. Then smile. Then giggle. Then hug Trevor so tightly I cut off my own circulation.

"I love it! It's amazing!" I look down at the helmet and grin proudly. The entire thing is covered in a very articulate style of graffiti. Of course there's a peach in the center on the back. Then on one side there's a river with the words "Georgia on my mind" flowing through it. I notice a tiny princess tiara on the front and giggle. On the other side there is a "G" for the Georgia Bulldogs surrounded by cherry blossom trees. I'm so overwhelmed I begin to tear up. Mike panics.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? I can fix it, just tell me what you don't like." Trevor laughs and pulls me in right. "Relax, Mike. She's just a softie. I'm glad you love it, babe."

We spend the rest of the afternoon looking at the sights. My helmet never left my head. And Trevor's hand never left mine. How could I have lived for seventeen years and never have felt what happiness really was?