"Okay, so the only things that I can find an interpretation for would be the blood on your hands and the rock climbing," I say.

I'm laying across Trevor's bed again, scanning through various websites. We'd been at this for awhile, but we weren't getting very far since we kept getting distracted. Trevor had stationed himself on the floor at the foot of his bed since he claimed his butt was numb from his desk chair.

"What do they symbolize?" he asks while turning around to face me, his laptop sitting lazily across his lap.

"Uh..." I scan through the article again. "Okay, the blood on your hands represents guilt," I say with a shrug since it's pretty obvious why he might feel guilty. "And, it says that rock climbing can represent determination."

"Hm." Trevor doesn't seem too impressed as he turns back to his own search. "Makes sense I guess. I was somewhat responsible for how James died, and maybe I'm determined to, I don't know, overcome that guilt?" He doesn't sound too sure.

"Ooh, wait," I say as my gaze lands on another possible meaning. "Says here that climbing something could also mean that you are trying to, or you have, overcome a great struggle." I look up at him where he's turned watching me. "So maybe you're not determined to overcome your guilt after all, maybe you already have."

"Works for me," he responds with a shrug and proceeds to jot down the notes on his notepad. "Okay, next. Let's just do both of mine first and then yours. We can just write up reports for our own dreams and then proofread each other's when we're finished. Sound good?"

"Yup."

"Okay, so I was in a dark room being chased, and then I was in a field surrounded by rocking horses, and one turned into a cougar." Trevor quickly gives me a recap on his dream.

"Right, so how about we find what a dark room would mean." I'm speaking while I type in the search and wait for the results.

Trevor grunts and I look up just as his head vanishes from view.

"You alright over there?" I ask.

He responds with a groan.

I army crawl towards the end of his bed and peek over the edge. Trevor is sprawled out on the floor with his computer lying next to him. He squints at me through one eye as I stare down at him.

"I'm just really tired," he answers with a moan.

"Why?"

"Some friends and I played cops and robbers last night, so I probably didn't get to bed until four this morning," he explains.

"Aw, poor baby." I pout with fake sympathy. "Do you need a wittle nap?" I ask playfully.

Trevor is glaring at me now and I'm wondering if I should be worried because he definitely has a gleam in his eyes.

"I would love a little nap, but you're on my bed," he tells me with a hint of amusement.

I fold my arms and rest my chin on them as I continue to watch him.

"Hey, I claimed this spot first," I defend.

Trevor turns so that he's facing me and then pushes himself into a relaxed sitting position with his arms propping himself up. My gaze jumps to the strength of his arms as they strain beneath his weight.

I blink a couple times to focus and notice that Trevor is watching me, and it's not the kind of watching where he's noticed that I've been staring and is waiting for me to snap back into it. No, the way he's watching me it's like he's in a trance of his own. His gaze is flickering between my features. He's looking at my hair, my quirked eyebrows, my curious gaze, my available lips, my bare shoulders, and then back up to my eyes.

Our gazes lock for a moment, along with my ability to breathe. We've had small moments where I'm vaguely suspicious that he may find me attractive, especially when he held me after my near drowning experience at the lake, but it's so brief that the idea dies almost immediately. This time, though, it's as if he doesn't care that he's just revealed a hint of interest. Or is it just curiosity? Is he trying to decipher some hidden meaning behind my personality?

"Uh, do you..." I lift my chin from where it's resting on my arms and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Did you want to join me up here?"

I'm disgusted by the insecurity laced behind my words, but I'm currently still working to get my breathing back to normal and it can't be helped. Trevor nods slowly, eyeing me carefully, before standing.

I scoot over to make room as he stands, picking up his computer in the process. He moves around to the side of the bed, where he rearranges his pillows to make a backrest and plops himself down. We're at completely opposite ends of the bed, not sitting any closer to each other than we were before, but somehow the energy in the room has changed. It's stifling. I'm very grateful for the sleeveless shirt I chose to wear, or I'd be sweating buckets. I shift myself so that I'm once again in front of my computer, but my thoughts are scattered. The project is the last thing on my mind.

"Says here that a rocking horse might mean that I'm stuck; not making any progress." Trevor's voice breaks the awkward atmosphere like a piece of glass.

I snap back to attention, as I sit up to face him. I cross my legs and place my laptop over them.

"Uh..." I'm still having a bit of trouble getting my brain back into 'homework' mode. I blink at my screen a couple times before actually reading the article I've got displayed. "A dark room could symbolize that you're curious about how a certain scenario might turn out."

"Okay?" he says, but he doesn't sound sure.

I glance up to see Trevor clicking away on his computer. He doesn't seem affected even the slightest. It's like he was momentarily distracted, but now he's back on track and even more focused than before.

"What else can we look up?" he asks and then snaps his fingers. "Cougar."

He's already typing in the search so I just sit and wait for him to find the interpretation.

"Cougar. Okay. Says that cougars represent a—" He cuts himself off before finishing.

I look up to find his eyes glued to his screen. 

"A what?" I ask.

He doesn't respond for a couple seconds, and I'm wondering if he even will.

"How about your dreams," he suggests, very obviously trying to change the subject.

Curiosity surges through my veins.  I shoot Trevor a pointed look and smile before setting my computer aside and crawling towards him.

"Tell me," I say as I approach him. I sit back on my legs, pleading with my eyes for him to spill whatever it is that he found. "Represents what?... Let me guess, an older woman? I knew it!" 

A smile tilts up one side of his face, but he remains silent. I inch my way a little closer, but Trevor quickly shuts his laptop and sets it on the nightstand.

"Nope."

"Come on!" I beg.

He crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at me.

"I'll just look it up myself then," I inform him as I turn around.

Suddenly a pair of hands snake around my waist, pulling me back towards a hard chest. I squeak with shock before realizing that I'm currently wrapped in Trevor's steel hold with no escape. But, I don't mind at all. Especially when he smells like cinnamon and spicy cologne. He is hmm hmm good!

"No ya don't," he whispers into my ear, and I involuntarily shrug my shoulders up around my neck to ward off the shivers.

I never thought that Trevor would ever treat me with even the slightest hint of kindness, but he had proven me wrong, and now here he was with his arms securely folded around me.

"Let me go," I laugh as I struggle to be freed.

It's not that I actually want to get away, but it would be extremely weird if I just sat there reveling in the feel of his arms wrapped around me. I can't just assume that he's flirting with me. It's very possible that he was just, what, being playful? Isn't that still flirting? What exactly are we doing? What is he doing?

"Trevor Nixon," I giggle as his hold tightens. "Are you flirting with me?" 

And then my stupid mouth had to go and break the spell. 

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