11. The Shape of Something New #2
She should have reclaimed the space she had been guarding all night, the careful distance she had insisted she needed to keep her heart intact.
Instead, she stayed exactly where she was.
Her hand still resting against his chest. Her palm feeling the steady rise and fall beneath his sweater. His hand still wrapped around her neck.
“What do you know,” she questioned.
“That we were meant to run into each other again.”
“You’re very sure of yourself,” she said softly, though the edge she tried to put into the words didn’t quite land the way she intended.
Trevor watched her for a second longer, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, “Not about everything.”
The admission caught her off guard.His hand slid from the front of her neck to the back, fingers threading gently into the base of her hair. The touch wasn’t forceful. It anchored her there in the moment.
“I’m sure about you,” he said quietly.
Her eyes searched his face as if she might find hesitation hidden somewhere behind the certainty in his voice.
She wanted to believe him, wanted to lean fully into the warmth of the moment unfolding between them, but the image of Katelyn standing on that porch earlier lingered in the back of her mind like a warning she couldn’t quite silence.
“You say that now,” she murmured.
Trevor’s brow furrowed slightly, “What does that mean?”
Aniyah exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening against the front of his sweater, “It means tonight feels good,” she said, her voice quieter now. “It means you’re here and you’re saying all the right things and it’s very easy to get swept up in that.”
“But tomorrow,” she continued, meeting his eyes again, “you might wake up and remember the life you had with her. The family you built. I’ll just be the woman who was convenient at the moment.”
Trevor stilled. His hand that was on her waist moved gently to her chin, lifting it just enough that she couldn’t look away from him.
“Aniyah,” The way he said her name carried both patience and authority, the kind that made her spine straighten instinctively .
“I didn’t come here tonight because I was lonely,” he said.
His thumb brushed slowly across the curve of her jaw as he spoke, the touch steady.
“I didn’t come here because my marriage ended and I needed something to fill the space it left behind.
” His voice dropped slightly, “I came here because when you walked away from that porch tonight, the thought of you sitting in this apartment believing you were just a distraction didn’t sit right with me. ”
Trevor leaned closer, the warmth of him closing around her again.
“You’re not a rebound,” he said quietly.
His hand that was on the back of her neck slid down her arm, fingers tracing the length of it until they found her wrist. He lifted her hand slowly and placed it flat against the center of his chest.
“You feel that?”
His heartbeat moved steady and strong beneath her palm.
“That’s not confusion.”
Aniyah swallowed, her pulse racing in response.
Trevor watched her carefully, the small shifts in her breathing, the way her lips parted slightly like she was standing on the edge of a decision she hadn’t fully admitted to herself yet.
“I feel it, Trevor. I do, but I’m still cautious. What we are doing…it’s messy.”
“You’re scared,” he said softly.
“I’m careful,” she corrected.
A faint smile touched his mouth, “That too. But I know you’re also scared.”
The room held them there for a moment longer, the quiet between them thick with everything neither of them had said yet.
“Aniyah,” he murmured near her ear, his voice warm and steady, “look at me.”
Her eyes lifted to his again, dark and uncertain and full of want she was trying very hard not to show .
“You don’t have to figure out the rest of your life tonight,” he said.
His thumb brushed lightly along her cheek.
“You just have to decide whether you want me right now. But just know I will still want you tomorrow and the day after.”
Her breath hitched. Because the answer to that question had been sitting in her chest from the moment she opened the door. Her hand moved slowly from his chest to the back of his neck, fingers sliding into the short curls there as she held his gaze.
“I want you,” she admitted quietly.
The honesty of it shifted something in Trevor’s expression. His hand tightened slightly at her waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth found hers again.
This kiss carried a different kind of heat now. Slower at first, deliberate in the way his lips moved against hers, but beneath it was a rising urgency neither of them bothered pretending wasn’t there.
Aniyah’s fingers tightened at the back of his neck as the warmth between them deepened, her body leaning instinctively into his as if it had already decided what her mind had been trying to resist all night.
Trevor’s hand moved gently along her back, the touch firm and steady, guiding her closer as the kiss continued. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers again.
“You’re still thinking,” he murmured.
Aniyah let out a soft breath that might have been a laugh or a moan. “I’m always thinking.”
“Tonight,” he said quietly, “I want you to feel instead.”
Aniyah’s heart hammered against her ribs as she searched his face one more time.
“You’re sure?” she asked softly.
Trevor’s answer came without hesitation, “I’ve never been more sure of anything. ”
This time, when Trevor kissed her again, Aniyah didn’t hold back.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Aniyah could feel the warmth of his hand still resting at the back of her neck, the steady weight of it grounding and dangerous all at once.
Her pulse fluttered beneath his thumb, and she had the fleeting thought that he could probably feel exactly how fast her heart was beating.
Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his sweater again, brushing warm skin this time feeling his abs beneath her fingertips.
Trevor caught her wrist gently, stilling the motion before it could go any further. “Easy,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he said. “I’ve been wanting you for weeks, shit years. I’m not about to rush the first time I get to touch you.”
His hand slid back into her hair, guiding her gently as his mouth returned to hers. The kiss deepened again, the quiet rhythm of it matching the slow pull building between them.
Trevor moved with quiet intention, guiding her backward a few steps until the living room couch brushed lightly against the back of her legs.
The shift in space made her breath catch. He noticed immediately.
“You alright?” he asked softly.
Aniyah nodded, though the warmth in her chest had spread everywhere now causing a delicious ache between her legs. The nervousness she had been clinging to earlier had softened into something else entirely—she wanted this man something serious.
“Yes, I just need…” Her voice trailed off because Aniyah was shocked with how needy she sounded.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you tonight,” then he leaned down and kissed her again. When he leaned back up his face turned serious.
“I want to take your clothes off.”
Aniyah’s breath caught and her center began to drip, “Then take my clothes off.” Trevor started with her top gently pulling it over her head.
Her breasts in the pink lace bra made his mouth water.
He couldn't wait until his mouth was on her.
He noticed discolored marks of raised skin across her chest.
“They’re keloids,” she said softly. She wasn’t afraid of her scars.
They had been with her since she was a little girl.
She had been in remission for years, but the scars of her past decorated her body reminding her of how far she’d come.
They were all in spots that she could cover up, so no one ever knew unless they got to this point…
She saw Trevor taking her in. She felt his fingers undo her bra and her breast fall slightly in freedom.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” He groaned out before kissing her chest, kissing those hidden scars.
Aniyah moaned out. The feeling of his lips on her was heavenly.
Then he took a hardened nipple into his mouth and Aniyah could’ve sworn her legs buckled.
Trevor held her up, not stopping his fest. He hands gripped her ass as hers held on to his head wishing he would never move and that he could kiss her all over.
‘Trevor, please.”
“Please what, Pout?” Trevor asked briefly, breaking his contact with her body to switch over to the other breast.
“Pout,” Aniyah questioned as a moan. Trevor stood back up to his full height.
His hands worked the button of her jeans before pulling them down her legs.
His hand went to cup her center and felt her wetness.
Feeling how turned on she was for him made him groan.
He reached inside her panties and began to slowly message her clit.
“Yes, Pout. ‘Cause you tend to get an attitude when you don’t get your way. It showed itself tonight, I’ll make sure to handle it going forward.
” Trevor began to move his hand faster. Aniyah cried out feeling her orgasm building.
Just when she felt herself about to crash over the edge, Trevor pulled his hands away.
“What–why did you stop?” Aniyah asked in a voice she didn’t recognize. Trevor ignored her and pulled her panties off.
“I love to touch, but I rather taste.” He answered before kissing her lips softly.
“Now, are you gonna open up for me? Or are you gonna keep whining?”