by L.H. Cosway
Sure, I’d made my peace with the fact that he didn’t fancy me, but I couldn’t help finding him attractive. He just was. He was pretty, too, for a bloke. His lips were full and red, his lashes long and dark, and his skin pale and flawless. Being of Spanish descent, I was his opposite: dark eyed and tan. Perhaps that was why I’d always been so taken with his looks.
I dropped down beside him and asked, “What are you looking at?”
He turned the screen so I could see and I scrunched up my face. “An underground rave? Not sure that’s my thing.”
“But it’s held in an old abandoned tube station. Neither one of us has been to a rave in a tube station before. We should do it.”
I shrugged and gave it some thought. I wasn’t a big fan of rave music, but I did like to dance. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. “Okay, then. We’ll go, but you have to stick with me. I hate being left alone at those things.”
Trev shot me a serious look. “Of course I’ll stick with you. I wouldn’t leave you on your own. It’s not safe.”
His sincerity made me feel a little less wary and I gave him a grateful smile. This close I could smell him, and involuntarily I leaned in to sniff his neck.
“Did you just smell me?” he asked with amusement.
I blinked, realising how odd that was. “Um, yeah, sorry. Is that new cologne?”
“Acqua di Gio. You like it?”
“I really do.”
He grinned. “Good.” Leaning in, he brought his nose to my neck and inhaled deeply. The action caused my stomach to clench and my chest to flutter. I thought I even felt his lips touch my skin for a second.
“You don’t smell so bad yourself.”
“Thanks.”
He winked. “I’m all about returning the favour. Do you need to do anything else before we leave?”
I shook my head and he pulled me up from the bed. Before I knew it we were on the tube, heading for destinations unknown.
“It’s too early for the rave, so I thought we’d go get something to eat first.”
“Good idea. I’m starving.”
Trev grinned devilishly and I knew it meant all was not as it seemed, but I decided not to question him. For some reason I felt like truly embracing his idea of throwing caution to the wind. I did need material for some new songs, after all. Maybe this night of new experiences would be the perfect inspiration.
Yes, God help me, for the next couple of hours I was going to let Trevor Cross be my guide.
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About the Author
L.H. Cosway lives in Dublin, Ireland. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favourite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
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