In My Arms

By: Taryn Plendl


I scribbled my aunt a quick note to let her know where I was going to be, just as a courtesy, and headed out.

Traffic was light and I made it to Trevor’s apartment building within ten minutes. With a quick text to let him know I was there, I settled back and watched the door. I don’t know what I expected, but I can honestly say I was slightly taken aback at just how attractive he looked tonight. Okay, not just attractive, he looked amazingly hot!

“Hey!” Trevor buckled his seatbelt and stared at me.

“What? Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No, something is so not wrong, in fact, everything is just right. You look amazing!”

His gorgeous smile made my stomach do little flips. It had been so long since I’d felt really good about myself, and Trevor had a way of making me feel great with just a look or a smile.

Looking back now, I am beginning to realize just how destructive my relationship with Kyle had been. It wasn’t always that way. Of course in the beginning, he was charming and sweet. Even after I moved in with him, but with me trying hard to move up in my job and him doing his thing—whatever or whoever that was—I had pulled back, and he became downright mean.

Kyle never physically hurt me—well, until the bruises he’d left on my arm last weekend—but he was verbally abusive. Everything was my fault, and he was never happy with me. I knew it was coming to an end, even before I caught him with his couch slut. I guess sometimes you just need to have a little push to remember that you are strong enough. It still amazes me that I allowed myself to remain in that situation for that long. I was never that type of girl. I was strong and fun and so driven, but I still allowed myself to be broken down by a blatantly insecure man. I can tell you that I won’t be settling for a relationship like that again. In fact, I was not going to jump back into any type of relationship. I should take some lessons from Talia on how to have casual flings.

“Thank you Trevor, you look pretty good yourself!” I pulled out into traffic and headed for the club.

“My new apartment is only a few blocks from yours.” I pointed down the cross street that led to my building.

“No kidding?” I laughed at how quickly he turned and looked out the window.

“So Trevor, what type of things are you looking for tonight at the club?”

“Are we talking about work or something else?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I tried not to laugh, but he was so cute!

“Of course I’m talking about work. I’m not saying you can’t have fun, just take mental notes as you are wooing the women.” I shook my head as we pulled into the parking garage across from the club.

“I’m not planning on wooing random women tonight. I’m here with you.” He sounded annoyed, but I didn’t want to dig deeper. I could already feel my walls coming down when I was around Trevor. I needed to guard myself, so no asking questions that I didn’t want the answers to.

“Wow.” The club had a great color scheme. Red, blue and yellow with exposed brick and dark wood floors. The bar was huge with great bottle display and there was an upper loft area where you could sit and watch the party below. This was totally somewhere that I could see myself and my friends coming.

“Let’s get a drink.” I followed Trevor through the crowd. I almost lost him, but he grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me with him.

Trevor handed me a pomegranate martini that was supposed to be one of the club favorites, and we turned, leaning up against the bar to watch the crowd. Forcing myself into work mode.

There were approximately two males to every female, and I could see why they wanted a woman’s perspective. This club had the potential to be a great place for professional young women with the proper marketing. Bring the women in and the men tend to follow.

“Ready?” Trevor took my empty glass and set it on the bar. Wow, when did I drink that?

“For what?” I asked.

“Dancing.” He smiled, cocking his head to the side.

“Trevor, you must remember that I don’t dance, right?” I could feel my body heating up, both from the drink I’d just downed and with the thought of being that close to him on the dance floor again.

“Sure you do. Come on.” It was obvious he wasn’t taking no for an answer, so I did what any self respecting woman would do……I begged.

“Please Trevor, my dancing is not pretty. You’re going to have to trust me on this.”

“Ava, there isn’t any part of you that’s not pretty, besides, I’ve already danced with you. Remember?” He cocked his eyebrow at me. I swear I was in fight or flight mode. I wasn’t sure what to do. Turns out he wasn’t giving me time to decide. “Let’s go.” He took my hand and pulled me with him.

By the time we reached the dance floor, “Pound the Alarm” by Nicki Minaj had started. Oh god, here we go, kill me now! Trevor started to move and I was quite amazed at how natural he looked. Could he be any more perfect?

He put his hands on my side, right above my hips and started to move them, making me sway with him. Before I knew it I was feeling the beat and letting go, hoping like mad that I wasn’t making that weird duck face.