Sireen’s POV

If someone gave me an option, I think I would have taken a dream or an intruder over this, but no. Trevor is really standing across me, looking angry, and sexy as hell.

He has on a black singlet on matching sweatpants and socks over flops, and one thing that’s running through my head is that he looks rather at home. Other than what he’s wearing, my eyes fall to his arms. From a little above his wrists to right below his elbows, dark intricate lines form patterns around his arms. I didn’t know Trevor had tattoos, but then again, I have only ever seen him in hoodies...