Page 37 of Trevor Takes Care


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He came out from his room to find his grandma had prepared food for dinner already.

“Everyone needs a rest,” she told him gently. She must have been more worried than Trevor had thought. He summoned a smile for her and she sighed in relief. “I thought if you had a night off, you could watch my show with me. I’ll let you have some of my weed,” she added, amused at even saying it, because Trevor had bought it for her and helped her learn what she liked and what worked for her.

“Okay,” he agreed without knowing what show she meant. Then she handed him a dish and told him to take it over to G.G. and hurry back, since, after the day she’d had, she was certain she would fall asleep early and wanted to have a ‘nice evening’ with him.

Trevor placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head to make her smile, put on his shoes, grabbed his umbrella, and then took the dish before stepping outside. The rain wasn’t heavy, but he’d been soaked already once today.

G.G. answered the door in no time at all.

Trevor swung the umbrella down to look at him, feeling some of the tension from his headache leave his shoulders when G.G.’s eyes crinkled at the corners, as if he had smiles in his thoughts.

Trevor handed him the dish with no small amount of regret. “Pasta salad and a sandwich made with fresh bread. I’m sure it’s good, but I haven’t tasted it yet.”

“Did you want to come in?” G.G. said the sweetest things. He didn’t even offer a reason. Though he seemed to realize it, because then he added, “Change my bandage for me?”

Trevor drifted forward, halting his progress before he gave G.G. the kiss that was on his mind. “Sorry,” he said, straightening. “Yes, I can do that. But my grandma wants quality time, so she’s my dinner date tonight.”

G.G.’s smiling thoughts made it to his lips. They turned up as he stepped aside to let Trevor in.

Trevor left the umbrella on the porch and sighed the moment he was inside the house, which was cool without being cold and smelled like coffee. Trevor liked the smell, and the drink, he just wasn’t as in love with coffee as much as his grandmother was.

“Some might say it’s late for caffeine,” he remarked. “You don’t have trouble sleeping? A lot of people seem to.”

G.G. paused to give him a study, or maybe to let Trevor go first through the kitchen door. “You look tired. Are you all right?”

Trevor must have been a disaster. “I’m fine. A headache,” he admitted a second later, but tried a smile as he immediately crossed to the counter to get the bandages. They’d been replenished and then some. “You’re all stocked up,” he commented with a pleased sigh. “Excellent.”

G.G. had color in his cheeks when Trevor turned around.

The dish of food was on the island. G.G. was back in his spot at the nook. “Well, I didn’t want you disappointed,” G.G. said, gaze briefly coming up in a way that was almost flirtatious.

Wasflirtatious.

Trevor was at his side instantly. G.G. offered his hand and Trevor made a big deal of checking the nearly pristine bandages.

“This looks good. How’s your other hand?” A few dishes were neatly stacked in the sink, unwashed. That felt flirtatious too. G.G. had listened.

“I didn’t use it,” G.G. answered, watching Trevor expertly unravel his previous day’s work.

“Good. Good.” Trevor nodded eagerly without asking if G.G. had wanted to use that hand and what he’d wanted to do, although he thought of it. He spent another few seconds examining the much better color around the wound in G.G.’s hand. “This is in great shape. You’re taking good care of it.”

“Am I?” G.G. wondered huskily. “I think that’s you.” His gaze was warm. “Are you sure you’re all right? Do you want some of my ibuprofen? I don’t have anything stronger.”

Trevor closed his hand around G.G.’s wrist. He stroked the thinner skin there once, then again, while trying not to let his throat close up. He didn’t know why the question had hit him hard, but he had to take a moment to recover. He wondered if this was like what Sky had felt last night.

“Thank you for asking about me.” He petted G.G.’s wrist again, possibly recklessly, but G.G. didn’t take his hand back and his gaze stayed warm.

“You do a lot. You should rest too,” G.G. pressed, but then pulled back. “If I’m allowed to say that.”

That hurt too, though Trevor couldn’t have said why. “You are, you sweet thing.”

He pulled in a breath, then dropped G.G.’s hand so he could reach for new bandages. “If I’m allowed to saythat.”

G.G. was a brilliant pink.

“If you want,” he allowed at last, after a pause. His voice was huskier than usual. “No one…. That is….” He cleared his throat. “You’re the one caring for me.”

Trevor swallowed and gave himself until he was done redoing the bandages and had thrown the old stuff away before he said, “I think you could use that hand tonight, if you’re careful.”