Grand Theft of my Heart *Trevor Phillips x Reader*

Part 16

        As you stepped out of Trevor's truck, a sense of bittersweet emotions washed over you. You were glad to be back, but parting with Trevor left a void that you didn't want to acknowledge. The quiet neighborhood felt strangely comforting, but also a stark contrast to the wild adventure you had just experienced. As you approached your front door, you reached for the spare key hidden under the potted plant. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside, greeted by the familiar scent of home. It felt strange to be back in this mundane setting after the thrill of the hunt and the intensity of your time with Trevor. You dropped your bag by the door and wandered into the living room, feeling a mix of fatigue and restlessness.

The house remained silent, indicating that Michael and the family hadn't returned yet. Part of you was relieved to have some time to decompress, but another part felt a pang of loneliness. You craved the excitement and connection you had experienced with Trevor. Your mind drifted back to the tender moments in the trailer, his warm embrace, and the way he made you feel alive and cared for. As the minutes ticked by, you found it difficult to settle down. Your thoughts were still with Trevor, and you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that had taken root within you. You knew you had to adjust back to your regular routine, but it was hard to imagine going back to your mundane life after what you had just shared.

Sitting on the couch, you pulled out your phone and opened your messages, scrolling through the photos from your trip. The memories were etched in your mind, and you couldn't help but smile as you relived the moments with Trevor. Each picture held a story, and the emotions surged within you as you revisited the adventures of the past few days. At some point, you realized how late it had become. You had to admit that you were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Crawling into bed, you closed your eyes, but sleep didn't come easily. Your mind was still racing with thoughts of Trevor, and your heart ached with the yearning to be with him again.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was a message from Trevor, and your heart skipped a beat. He had sent you a photo of the sunrise over the mountains, and it brought back a rush of memories. You replied with a smiley face, and he responded with a teasing comment about missing you already. Throughout the day, you found it hard to focus on anything else. Your mind kept drifting back to Trevor, and you couldn't shake the feeling of connection you had with him. You wondered if he felt the same way, if the time you spent together meant as much to him as it did to you.

As you went about your day, the message from Trevor kept replaying in your mind, filling you with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You couldn't deny the deep connection you had with him, and you were eager to see where this newfound relationship might lead. Later in the afternoon, while you were lost in thought, your phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Amanda De Santa, Michael's wife. Michael had said she'd be going to some yoga class and the kids were going to some friends party together, which you found odd.

The text read, "Hey Ned rod home 😊 - Amanda." You were assuming she was asking for a ride home. You replied asking how she expected you to do that considering you had no car. She quickly reminded you of the time you drove Michael home and said to take her vehicle and where to find the keys. You couldn't help but chuckle at Amanda's message. She certainly had a way of being direct and playful at the same time. With a sense of intrigue, you agreed to pick her up and borrowed her car, finding the keys right where she said they would be.

When she sent you the address you expected it to be some yoga studio in a corner mall but instead it was large building right in the middle of town, a bar called the Shenanigan's Bar. Curiosity piqued, you parked Amanda's car in front of Shenanigan's Bar. The place seemed lively, with a warm glow emanating from its windows and the sound of laughter and chatter drifting out. It was a stark contrast to the quiet neighborhood you were used to, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as you entered the bar.