Chapter Eighty Two: Threatened

Celine I gasped when Trevor caught me around the waist, and we both fell down against the rug in the sitting room. "I got you," Trevor said, bracing the fall with his arm. He rolled over to his back while I laid on top of him. My hair fell down on one side, pooling to the floor beside the side of his head on the floor. Trevor raised up his hand and combed his finger through my hair. "You could have hurt yourself," I chastised, worried about how we had fallen to the ground earlier, and he had taken the brunt of the fall with his arm. "I am strong. I'm a man. As long as you aren't hurt, I'm fine." I rolled my eyes, blowing out a hiss. "Isn't that some load of bollocks?" I tried to push my weight off his body, but he held me down like that. "Stay," he said. I relaxed back into his touch, placing my head down on his chest. "I'm not spending the night with you." "I have to resume work tomorrow morning." "I can drive you off to work tomorrow." "What about change of clothing, th