Lovely Desire by Breanna Davis (most inspirational books .TXT) 📕

the chalk he was using. He placed his arms across his broad chest and smiled at me.
“Faith . . . what are you doing?” he asked through still lips. I stepped closer to him, testing my self control. Immediately, I felt the familiar desire and the delicious scent of freesia and vanilla. I inhaled the scent and it cooled my nerves and bit. Don’t back away, I told myself. It was a full five minutes before students actually started piling into the classrooms. To me, that was plenty of time to start questioning him.
“Look, Trent. Our relationship is pretty rocky right now,” He flinched at my choice of words. It took me a moment to realize why. He said the same exact words in that dream. My eyes widened and my breath came in sharp between clenched teeth.
I knew I wasn’t crazy! There was something between us that I knew Trent knew about! He knew why I felt his emotions. He knew why I feel so utterly attracted to him. He knew why we had the same illness at the same time. He knew why I had that dream! He knew everything and he kept it all from me!
I glared at Trent. “You . . . had that dream too!” I yelled. Trent looked surprised at my outburst, but he didn’t deny it. I gasped and stepped closer to him. His scent was on full blast, and it was very tempting, but I had to get an answer first. Did he or did he not have the dream, too? If so, what did it mean?
“Trent, did you have that dream?” I asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said with a shrug. No, he wouldn’t fool me. He fooled me before, but not now.
“No, no, no, no! You had a reaction when I said our relationship was rocky! You said the same exact words in that dream!” I pointed out.
He shook his head and sighed. “I genuinely do not know what you are talking about.” I sighed.
“Trent, please tell me the truth.”
I took another step towards him, until we were almost touching. He looked down at me, his gray eyes turning a darker shade and I knew he wanted to kiss me as bad as I wanted to kiss him. Just one kiss, I told myself.
I wrapped my arms around his neck almost completely naturally. I leaned into him, staring into his stormy eyes. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, holding me close to him, but yet I didn’t know how long he would hold me tight to him.
I pushed the thought back and got my tippy toes to kiss him on the lips. The familiar taste of him made my taste buds dance. His cool embrace sent shivers up my spine that I yearned for since our last kiss. His cool tongue invaded my mouth as I tangled my fingers through his silky hair. He trailed kisses from my jaw to my lips in back.
Trent was nibbling on my earlobe and I was softly moaning when the bell rang. I jumped and pulled away and rushed to door to unlock it. I straightened out my clothes before sitting down in my seat, my heart still racing. I met Trent’s still dark eyes with a naughty smile as kids started entering the classroom.
Trent was smiling from ear to ear as he sat back down at his desk. I knew I didn’t get any answers, but I didn’t care. That was better than I expected. My skin tingled from Trent’s cool touches and I never felt better all month. I was grinning like a fool, not paying much attention to anything, but the after taste of Trent when the guy who starred in my dreams spoke, “Remember, Miss. Pierce, you still have two weeks of detention and it’s starting today.” He said smoothly. I met his eyes and saw that they were still dark with desire. I tried to hide my smile as I responded.
“Yes sir,” I said respectfully as I stared back out the window, daydreaming about Trent Lawrence.
Of course I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t worry about something. I forgot all about Kyle when I was making out with Trent! Oh gosh! I forgot all about my own boyfriend! I was really turning into a . . . slut. I shouldn’t have made up with Kyle because I knew I wouldn’t stop loving Trent no matter what. I didn’t want to hurt Kyle at all because of course I loved him, but not the way I should. Trent invaded my dreams – not Kyle. I want to live my life with Trent – not Kyle. I fell for Trent – not Kyle. And I was currently kissing Trent – not Kyle.
Trent picked me up and placed me on his desk quickly and easily as if I weighed a couple of pounds. His lips were attacking mines and I loved every bit of it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Trent moaned into mouth laying me flat on the desk. He pulled back and examined me.
“You look gorgeous,” he complimented. I blushed and sat up straight.
“Mr. Lawrence, is this how you talked to your students?” I joked. He chuckled and pecked me.
“Only the ones that catches my eye.”
“And how many is that?”
“One – you.”
I giggled as he climbed on top of the desk and got on top of my, cradling my waist. He pressed his lips on mines and I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him.
“You are naughty.” I joked. He laughed.
“Good.” I laughed as he picked me up and spun me around in circles. I never knew detention could be so fun. I never felt so happy in my life. I never felt so right in anybody’s arms. This was going to be the best two weeks of my life.
Trent started nibbling on my neck, gently gazing it with his teeth. I smiled and leaned into to him, willing him to do more when I noticed the clock.
“Detention is over,” I said with a sigh. Trent pulled back and pouted.
“I didn’t even pull out my best moves yet.” He pointed out. I laughed and nudged him.
“I guess it’ll have to wait till tomorrow,” I suggested.
He smiled, seeming to like the sound of tomorrow. I smiled too and kissed him on his lips. He pulled me in for more and I almost stayed when he rested his muscled hands on my butt. He gently squeezed it and pulled back.
“Unfortunately, we will have to wait till tomorrow; I have to get home.”
I sighed again and went to pick up my messenger bag.
My heart was still racing when I pressed my hand on the handle of the door. I turned around slightly and bit my lower lip.
“Trent?” I asked shyly.
He stopped fidgeting with something on his desk to look at me. He smiled and cocked his brow at me. “What, beautiful?”
I blushed hard at his compliment, considering the question I was going to ask.
“What exactly are we . . .” I trailed off, looking on the floor. If this was nothing but another fling, I didn’t want to look at Trent’s face.
I felt my chin being lifted up by a strong finger that sent electricity blasting through me. Trent looked into my eyes, his gray eyes digging right into my soul. I gasped as I imagined myself floating on a gray cloud, wrapped around the gray cloud. I leaned in slightly at the thought. Trent pressed his lips down on mines as he caressed my face with his calloused thumbs. He held my head in his hands as if it could break easily and as if it was the most important thing to him.
I pressed my hands on top of his huge muscular one, willing his hands to stay placed right on my face. I leaned in desperately, wanting more of him, hoping that I can have it all.
Trent easily broke the kiss and I groaned. He chuckled and placed his forehead against mines. He backed me up to the wall and wrapped his arms around my waist. I gasped as I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach and it felt so good . . .
I kept staring into Trent’s eyes, breathing hard, trying to get a grip of my emotions. If this was nothing but a fling, I couldn’t get too emotionally involved.
“We’re anything you want us to be, beautiful.” He said that crooked smile that I’ve come to love. I gently poked his dimple with a smile.
“Thos are really deep dimples you have there,” I pointed out. He chuckled and kissed me on the lips again before pulling away.
“I inherited it from my dad.”
I smiled. “Was he amazing just like you?” I asked.
Trent laughed. “Even better,”
I committed to memory that he adored his father. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. He responded by kissing me softly on the lips.
“Can I get your number?” I asked. He chuckled.
“Right, of course.” He slipped out my embrace and picked a pen off his desk before returning to me.
He grabbed my hand, which was much smaller compared to his big muscular hand, and wrote a number down on my hand. He kissed my hand when he was done and held it to his face. He sniffed my wrist and then kissed it again.
“You smell absolutely great, beautiful.”
I blushed and then sighed. “I really have to go, Trent.” He nodded and let me go, pulling me in for another kiss.
“Then, I’ll wait till tomorrow to try and sweep you off your feet once more.”
If only you knew how hard I already fell for you. I smiled, said goodbye and went out the school, thinking about Trent Lawrence and what was waiting at detention.

When I reach home, I was surprised that I wasn’t hyperventilating. I knew why I didn’t hyperventilate like the last time – because I’ve accepted that I was in love with Trent. My only problem was figuring out how I was going to break up with Kyle. I knew I could never tell anybody about what I and Trent had. Even though I was certain that Jamie would indeed understand, considering her situation, I still couldn’t bring myself to tell her or Leo. It was my own personal secret and I’m glad I kept it for so long. Today in detention, I never felt so alive. I fully accepted everything and the kissing was great. It was as if my soul was set on fire when I was in Trent’s cool embrace. I felt my heart race as I thought about the kisses we shared. I sighed happily and made my way up the stairs and to my room in a bliss.
For the next few days I was basically floating on cloud nine. It was safe to say I’ve never been this happy in my tired life. I was slowly falling harder for Trent. There was no doubt in my mind that I was. When I see him, my heart nearly stops. When I inhale his intoxicating scent, I melt away. When I hear his voice, shivers constantly run up and down my spine. I loved him so much. Did he feel the same?
That immediately reverts back to that damn dream.
Trent tells me that it was just that – a dream. But something tells me it is something more. Something Trent isn’t telling. Why he would lie to me? I have no clue at all. Something in my heart tells me Trent had the same dream. Even if he did –