The conuing story of Trevor and Iris, the girl with amnesia.
Feeling like a heel for being cross with the girl, Trevor followed her back to the room. He caught the door just as she tried to slam it in his face. "Jane, I'm sorry for that outburst. Did you need something?", he asked. She could still hear the iritation in his deep voice. She swung the door open wide and glared up at him with those big gold colored eyes. "I need a toothbrush, if you have an extra one!", she snapped back at him. Trevor noticed how her bussom rose and fell rapidly. "but I don't want to bother you, Mr. McKeon!" her eyes where wide and steady, glaring up at Trevor. He'd never seen eyes like hers before. Gold, shaded by thick black lashes, with big black pupils, like a cat. Strangely, uniquely beautiful eyes. He quickly cleared his head. "look in the medicine cabinet, in a yellow plastic box. Take one!", he snapped back, and stomped back to his study. He looked back just in time to see her switch down the hall to the bathroom. Trevor groaned. He wished she'd walk a little slower, so her high little bottom didn't wiggle so much under his t-shirt, like it was restless to be set free!
He tried to concentrate, to get back to the scene he was creating, but he could't. His coaco butter soap never smelled that way on him! She gave it a whole new aroma! Trevor finally gave up on writing around 1:am, and went to his sofa to try and get some sleep. But his thoughts wandered to the woamn on the other side of the bedroom door. (dammit! this isn't going to work for me! she can't stay here. looking like that? alone with me everyday?? no way! way too of a distraction for me to write. And I must get this done before my deadline! I cant be involved in this mess. She is so beautiful! Probabley married or otherwise involved, anyway! and I don't care!)
The next moring around 6:am, Iris was awaken to the delicious aroma of chocolate. She yawned and slid out of bed to wash her face and brush her teeth, then she went in search of the source of such a delectable smell! She looked in the kitchen, hoping to avoid her relunctant host. He wasn't around, but there was a caraf of hot chocolate on the counter. She poured herself a cup and went into the living area. Trevor had already put his sofa bed up. He wasn't in the house at all. Iris looked around. She noticed some photos on the mantle over the fireplace. Trevoe was smiling down at a very lovely woman standing next to him. Another photo showed them having dinner in some fancy restaurant. The woman was feeding Trevor from her fingers. Several more pictures showed them in other moments of intimacy, kissing and holding each other close, with love beaming on their faces. They looked so happy together. Iris didn't understand it, but she suddenly felt a pang of sadness wash over her. She hugged herself and sighed. Why did the sight of Trevor and this woman make me feel so sad? Do I have someone special waiting somewhere for me, worrying themselves sick wondering where I am? Do I have family, a mom and dad? brothers and sisters? what has happened to my life?! Suddenly distraught over her thoughts, the young woman ran to the bedroom and collpsed on the bed in tears. "why can't I remember who I am!", she cried. She must ahve dozed off, because the next instant, she heard a deep groan and looked up into Trevor's scowling face. Iris froze. He had just come in form his morning workout. He was bare chested and dark hair glistened on his sweat dampened chest and arms. Droplets slid from the hollow of his neck and ran slowly down betwen his breastbone. He had a towel and was wiping shaving cream from his firm jaw and chin. With every movemet of his hands, his muscles flexed and rippled under coco-colored taught skin. Of their own will, her eyes moved his flat, ripped abs, then lower. She gazed unabashedly at the prominent bulge in his dakr blue shorts. Trevor stood motionless as he spoke. "I made breakfast, if you're hungry. Rusty's wife, Naomi, has been here already with the clothes and toiletries for you". His eye left her face and travelled down her petite young body. "Apparently, you really need that underwear", he said softly. Iris foloowed his gaze and realized he was gazing at her bottom, which was peeking from beneath the t-shirt! She quickly pulled it down and tuned away, embarresed by her exposure. " It must have ridden up while she slept!" she exclaimed. Lust glinted in Trevor's steady gaze. "And, unless you plan on me sharing that bed with you, you'll do well to keep that cute little bottom of yours cover from now on", then he turned and walked out.
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