Trevor didn’t want to leave her. Noticing her backing up and getting ready to go up the steps, he said, “Skye wait. Do you want to walk along the beach and find some shells tomorrow?”
She just glanced at him. “That sounds great. See you later.” She then turned around and headed up the stairs.
Trevor placed his hands behind his neck and looked up into the night sky, breathing in slow and deep. He could feel the frustration starting to boil. Why? Nervous. He did the breathing exercises that the therapist taught him. Deep breath through the nose, out through the month.
As he walked next door, he continued the exercise until he could feel the tension leave his neck and shoulders. Reaching the bottom step, he noticed their shoes; he’d give them back to her tomorrow.
Opening the back door, he noticed the house was quiet. Too quiet. He didn’t have the energy to worry about anything. He just wanted to go to his room, shower, collapse on the bed.
Sitting on the bed after another cold shower, he thought about everything. Something about her made his heart race, his palms sweat, and his cock hard. His body has never reacted to a woman this strongly before. He wanted to ask her about the perfume she’d worn. God, that perfume is intoxicating; add her natural scent, which reminds me of vanilla, and she has me enchanted.
For the first time, Trevor wanted someone who made him feel something, rather than the nothing he was used to. Who sparked him to life, and with whom he wanted to spend time. How could anyone make you feel such emotion after one night? Being with Skye reminded him of sitting in front of a blazing fire on a cold night and wrapped up in a blanket.
For the first-time since the failed mission, Trevor slept without a single nightmare. Instead, he dreamed about Skye and him on the pier. He woke from the dream stroking his hard cock beneath his underwear. Fuck. He gave up and closed his eyes again, picturing a redhead with fair skin and freckles. Skye.
He pictured his hands traveling from her breasts to her already wet core. Tasting her lips and hearing her passionate cries. But, they would come together screaming each other’s name. With that last thought, he came. Fuck. Now, I need another cold shower.
He wanted nothing more than to feel her next to him. Find out what she looked like in the morning. What she liked to eat. Does she enjoy working out or jogging? Did she have a pet?
He got cleaned up and ready. Heading to the kitchen, he saw some of his buddies sitting at the table. “Morning. I’ll be right back.” Before anyone could say a word, Trevor left through the back door, picked up Skye sandals, and walked next door.
Going to the back door, Trevor knocked. He could see inside only because the double doors were glass. Trevor didn’t see Skye among the women he could see from the door. An attractive curvy brown haired woman answered the door. Before she could say anything, he said, “Is Skye here? I’m Trevor. I would like to talk to her. I have her sandals; she forgot them last night.” By the looks, they knew what happened.
“She’s still sleeping. I’ll let her know you came by. You can leave her sandals with us,” came from a blonde.
“Thanks.” Trevor didn’t know what else to say. He needed to go for a jog. After handing the sandals over to the woman who’d answered the door, he left.
He started back to the house until he glanced over and saw his buddies watching. Instead, he decided to take a run on the beach and release some stress. Running help cleared his mind, and that’s what he needed. Reaching to the pier, he jogged underneath and began pacing back and forth.
Needing someone to talk to, he ran back to the house to make the call to someone that might help. His father. He needed some advice and hoped his father could help.
Trevor stayed outside and walked around to the front of the house. He had his keys with him and unlocked his car, sitting down in the passenger seat and making the call.
The phone rang three times before he heard the one voice he needed to hear. “Hello?”
“Hey Dad, it me. Do you have minute?” He hoped he had the time and wasn’t in the middle of anything.
His father never disappointed. “Of course, son. Everything okay? Aren’t you with your friends at the beach this week?”
Swallowing his nerve, he said, “Yeah, I am. It’s not them I need to talk to you about.”
“Okay. Spill it before your mother gets back from her morning walk.” His father had always been a straight shooter.
Oh, yeah, that was what he needed, his mother on the other phone. No fuckin’ way. “The house next to us is being rented by some women. Long story short. I met one on the pier, saw her again the following day, and asked her out for dinner. Took her to the pub, she’s Irish by the way. Anyway, dinner went well and we talked. After dinner, we went for walk on the beach and…” Trevor stopped. He didn’t know how much to tell him.
His father put two and two together. “I take it by the sudden pause the two of you had some…private time.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, you can say that. I stopped by this morning to talk to her, but she was sleeping. She’s special; I can’t explain it. Anyway, how did you know mom was the one for you?”
“Trevor, that’s not a easy question to answer. For me, her smile and laughter had me hooked. You need to spend time with this girl.” His father always had the best advice.
“I’m hoping to spend time with her later today,” Trevor told his father
“Your mother is getting home; I can hear the garage door. So, I’m going to make this last statement to you and go. You need to talk to this woman if she’s the one you want. Listen, really listen to her. Mostly, son, be honest and talk to her, too. I know more of what’s going on with you than you realize. But, that is for another day, and we will talk about it later.” Pausing, he heard him call to his mother. “Call your mother and me later. Let me know how it goes. Love you, son.”
“Bye, Dad. I’ll call later. And Dad, thank you.” After hanging up the phone, he sat in his car, trying to clear his mind and consider everything his father had said.