Sireen’s POV

I want to say; “No, thank you, I’ve got it handled,” but Trevor doesn’t wait a second before he rips the wheelchair out of my hand and turns all of his attention to the footrest I was fighting with.

“This didn’t come with a manual?” Trevor asks with a frown, his eyes momentarily leaving the pieces in his hands to look at the bag I brought it out from…the ones I discarded on the floor. As he does that, his long black hair falls over his face, and he ignores it even though it’s forming a shade over his left eye.

It doesn’t really sound like he expects...