Grand Theft of my Heart *Trevor Phillips x Reader*

Part 31🚩

As the morning light gently filtered through the curtains, Trevor stirred from his slumber, relishing the warmth of waking up next to you. His eyes lazily swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings before settling on the hastily packed bags that stood as a reminder of the recent events. The past few days had been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride, with unpredictable twists and turns that had tested Trevor's patience and resilience. The memories rushed back to him like a torrential wave crashing upon the shores of his consciousness. It had been an extraordinary journey, filled with moments of unexpected euphoria and crushing lows. He recalled how his emotions had swung like a pendulum, oscillating between the desire to unleash his frustrations and the urge to maintain composure.

In the depths of his thoughts, doubts gnawed at him like a persistent whisper. Had he handled everything correctly? Should he have been more forceful, standing his ground with unwavering determination instead of acquiescing silently? The inner turmoil weighed on his shoulders like a heavy burden, leaving him questioning whether he had made the right decisions. But despite the turmoil, he knew deep down that you needed him, needed someone who wouldn't give up on you. You needed him to hold you and let you cry on his shoulder, to listen to you vent and rant about everything that happened. At some point you'd shifted so that your head was laying in his lap, and his hand gently stroked your hair. Despite the awkwardness of it all, he couldn't help but feel proud of you, knowing how much you had grown during this ordeal, and realizing what kind of person you were becoming. Your big doe eyes began to flutter open, reflecting the morning sun that shone through the windows.

Nuzzling into his neck, you delighted in the intimacy of the moment, playfully rubbing your nose against his skin."Good morning," you whispered softly, your voice barely above a murmur. "How are you?"

Trevor's morning voice was endearing as he chuckled lightly. "I'm fine, I guess. Just tired," he replied, his fingers gently grazing your hair as he spoke. "Feels like I haven't gotten any sleep since we got here," he added, a warm smile gracing his lips.

Concern flickered in your eyes as you observed him closely. "You're okay? You're not sick, are you?" you asked, your voice tinged with worry.

Trevor shook his head, assuring you with a gentle nod. "No, no, nothing like that. I just feel like my eyes burn like hell," he admitted, his gaze fixed on you.

A nervous laughter escaped your lips, a touch of self-deprecation evident. "Oh god, me too! I think I need to wash my face," you said, rising from the couch with a determined look.

Trevor followed you to the bathroom, leaning against the counter as you washed your face. "I'm glad I got to spend some time with you yesterday," he confessed, his eyes softened with fondness. "It helped me relax a bit," he added, giving you a playful wink.

Your playful spirit couldn't resist teasing him, and you poked his side as you walked past, amused by how he jumped away. "Does that mean you'll stop being so grumpy?" you asked with a mischievous grin.

Trevor's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with humor. "Maybe," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "Just don't expect me to be nice all day."

"I won't," you replied, placing the towel back on the counter with a contented sigh. "I'm gonna go get ready," you said, heading towards the living room to retrieve your clothes before making your way to his bedroom.

"Okay," Trevor acknowledged, turning around as you reached the doorway. "I'm just gonna take a quick shower."

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you turned and walked into the bedroom. He watched you go, admiring your curves as you moved around the small trailer, but quickly turned away, focusing on his own needs. Inside, you took a moment to appreciate the little details of Trevor's space—the way the sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting patterns on the floor, and the faint scent of his cheap cologne lingering in the air. As you got ready, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing he was nearby. The two of you had shared countless moments like this, each one building on the unique bond you both cherished.