Sireen’s POV

Trevor sees me, and I want to run…scramble…hide, but I don’t. I don’t know where it comes from, but I somehow have some courage that prompts me to hold his eyes, then slowly trace down to his lips, and all the way to his heaving chest.

All he’s doing is some light work in Lily’s yard, but I suddenly feel hot in places.

Then he starts to move. He starts to cage me in like a freaking rabbit, and my throat dries up. Trevor reaches the window before I can think of what to do or say, but the moment his dirty hands rest on the window pane,...