Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Seriously?!" 

He looked at me with amused eyes and issued me to go on with a smirk.

"How?" was all I could muster up. How in the hell did he afford crap like this? 

Trent nearly busted out with laughter and took my hand.

"So cute," was all he replied. I pouted and allowed him to lead me deeper into the house.

           We stopped in a room with expensive looking couches and bottles of wine and alcohol in cabinents. A huge, lit fireplace sat to the side of us and a plasma TV was displayed in front. I just took in all the beauty silently and sat down on the velvet couch. I shifted uncomfortably realizing I was most likely sitting on my college tuition right now.

 "Do you want a drink?" Trent asked politely.

I scrunched up my nose. "I dont drink," I let out a shy laugh. "Eighteen, remember?"

Trent laughed. "I meant water, Faith." Trent mused.

I blushed and dipped my head so my bangs covered my face. "Right.. No, I'm okay, thank you." I say sheepishly. 

Trent nods his head and sits on the edge of the coffee table. I look down at where our knees touch and hide my smile behind my bangs. Just the little touch made my heart flutter.

"Faith," Trent says soflty causing me to look up. "Why'd you call?"

I clear my throat and sit up straight. I licked my now dry lips. "I-I had another dream." I stammer, awaiting his displeasure. 

Trent face shows no emotion. "About?" He ushers on.

My eyebrows knit together as I ponder that question. I honestly didn't know what that dream was about. "It was like... looking into your past, sorta. I can't explain it." I say sheepishly. 

I notice Trent stiffen. "What do you mean?" he says through stiff lips.

I itch the back of my neck. "It was you and-and," I try and remember the other guy's name. "Lucian!" I nearly shout as the name finally came back to me.

I noticed Trent's beauitful grey eyes darken a little at the name.

"Does that name sound familiar?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He sighs and runs his hands through his dark hair, "Do you honestly want the truth, Faith?" he asks and stands up swiftly. He starts pacing again like he did back at the copy room yesterday.

"Of course," I say simply. Then add," you can trust me. You know that, right?" I say softly.

Trent stops pacing for a second and looks back at me with soft eyes. "I know I can, Faith. Trust me, I know." He gives a small smile and goes back to pacing. I swear I was starting to feel a draft in the room from how much he kept moving.

 After about 5 minutes of Trent pacing in silence and me almost falling asleep, Trent's voice finally broke the silence.

"He was my best friend." He said sourly, emphasizing on the 'was'.

"Lucian," he continued, "was always there for me. I use to live in a world where I would have to fake everything in order to please people and Lucian was the only person I could be myself with. After I and Caroline was due to wed and I realize she wasn't the girl for me, Lucian was the only one who I confided in." 

Trent seemed like he was looking deep into the past as he spoke. "It's been so long since i seen him." he croaked.

My heart dropped at the sadness in his voice. "You miss him." I said this as a statement.

He let out a humorless laugh. "Of course I miss him! Last I heard of him, he had his first child and was doing so good.. and I couldn't even be there..," he trailed off and slumped down on the couch next to me.

In one swift motion he lied down on the couch, putting his head in my lap. He wrapped his arm around my waist and snuggled into my torso. My heart was beating fast as I cradeled his head in my lap. Running my fingers through his beautiful hair, savoring this moment, committing it to memory for later.

"What did you see in the dream?" Trent asks next.

I stopped stroking his hair for a quick second as I thought.

Publication Date: 05-20-2012

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Dedication:
For Donte'