You both spent the day fucking. It was the first time a guy cared enough to make you come multiple times. Needless to say, you were spent. Your body laid limp on the messy bed below you as Trevor thrusted himself into you a few more times until he finished moments after you.

"Fuck, I love you!" he groaned as he came again. His declaration of love didn't surprise you anymore considering he repeated the phrase over and over again for hours as you both went at it.

He pulled out of you slowly to get up and dispose of the condom he was wearing. You whimpered at the new feeling of emptiness. You rolled onto your side, being careful of your broken arm. You sighed as you finally closed your legs. Trevor climbed into bed with you and spooned you. You both just laid there for a moment, catching your breath.

"I…" you started, closing your eyes, "I don't think I can come anymore today."

Trevor positioned himself so that he was leaning on his arm, looking at you. He ran his hand up your thigh, "Is that a challenge?"

You scoffed at him "Ha, no. You've officially worn me out."

"Come on, you only came three times!"

"No, that was you," you corrected, "I came six times."

"Six?!" he rose his eyebrows, astounded.

"Six."

"Fuck, I'm good," he said with pride.

"I know that and now I want to rest." You grabbed the hand he had on your thigh and moved it so that it was wrapped around your belly. You snuggled closer to him, beyond ready for a nap.

You sensed his eyes staring down at you, "So, you're just going to give up on me when I've got so much more love to give?"

"Mhmm…" you hummed with a slow nod, "…Sleep with me…"

"I'm trying to," he responded.

You swatted at the hand on your stomach before interlacing your fingers with it, "…Not like that…"

He let out an annoyed groan and laid down comfortably behind you. Within minutes, you both were deep asleep.

A few hours later, you were the first to wake up. You couldn't sleep anymore with all of Trevor's snoring. His arm was still wrapped around your body. You scooched away from him slightly, unsticking your naked and sweaty bodies from each other. You lightly tapped on his hand to wake him up.

"Trevor?" you whispered. Nothing. So you repeated it louder, "Trevor, wake up."

He jolted awake, making you jump a bit. "Ma?"

You looked him, "Nope, just me." You both locked eyes for a moment before he released his hold of you and sat up. He stretched his arms and yawned. You sat up and faced him while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"How was your sleep?" he asked groggily.

"Well-deserved."

"You feeling okay?"

"A little sore, but it's a good kind of sore."

He stretched his neck and scratched his fingers through his hair, "You were fucking incredible."

Blushing, you leaned in for a soft kiss. It was your first kiss with him that wasn't frantic or sexual. A small smile formed on your lips against his. You felt butterflies. When you backed away, he was smiling back at you.

"Wow…" he sighed.

"What is it?"

"I don't know what my problem is but whenever I'm with you, I turn into this big softy. It's fucking pathetic."

You grazed your fingers behind his ear and leaned in closer, "I don't think it's pathetic at all," you pressed a kiss to the side of his lips, "I think it's kind of cute."

He frowned as you continued pressing soft kisses across his face, eventually pushing your lips to his. His frown dissolved and he kissed you back. He moved his hands to your hair, combing his calloused fingers through the strands. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, intensifying the kiss.

The two of you remained like that for a while, kissing slowly and softly. The room was silent aside from the sound of your breathing. A part of you wished you both could stay like that forever but you both were interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You both broke the kiss to laugh. "Sorry," you apologized, blushing deeply.

"Don't worry about it," he assured you, pressing one more kiss to your lips, "Dinner's on me."

Pursing your lips, you watched him get up and walk toward the phone on your desk. You used the moment to shamelessly stare at his bare ass as he dialed the number to order food for the both of you. You chewed on your bottom lip. He really was beautiful and you couldn't believe he was all yours to do whatever you pleased.

You watched him pace the room with the phone to his ear, ordering the both of you some pizza. While he told the person on the phone your address, you got up. He glanced at you. You pointed to the door and mouthed the word "Bathroom" to him and exited the room.

Once you got to the bathroom, you ran the shower for the second time that day. Although you already bathed that day, after all you and Trevor did, your body needed to be cleaned again. You hopped in the shower and began thoroughly washing your body. You were almost done rinsing off when Trevor entered the bathroom.

"Any room for me?" he asked.

"Actually, I was just getting out."

"Shit, I was hoping we could have a little fun in there before food got here."

You couldn't help but snicker, "That's a shame. How could you possibly want to go again anyways?" He climbed into the shower with you as you asked the question. You looked down and lo and behold, he was hard again.

"Because you're beyond sexy and I literally can't get enough of you," he answered, leaning in and gripping your ass with both of his hands. You pushed him away and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his lips.

"Maybe later," you whispered. You exited the shower, leaving him alone. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, "I'm too hungry and my body is too tired right now," you headed toward the bathroom door, "You wash up. I'll be in the bedroom when you're done," and with that you left him to shower.

Heading toward your bedroom, you caught yourself smiling. It astounded you that merely two days ago, having a genuine smile on your face was a rarity. You finally felt… happy… and it was all because of Trevor.

You stopped in front of the full-body mirror in your bedroom and stared at yourself. You turned your head, examining every feature of your face. You thought happiness would make you look a lot different but it was still the same girl from a few days ago looking back at you.

In the bathroom, you heard the sound of Trevor clearing his throat.

Trevor.

You began thinking deeper, evaluating yourself. Although you certainly felt happier than you did a couple of days back, you wondered why. Why were you happy? Were you only happy because you had Trevor? Would you still be happy if he wasn't yours? If you ignored how Trevor made you feel, would you still hate yourself? A lot of relationships don't work out. What would happen if he left? Would you end up wanting to take your own life again? Finally, you wondered if it was possible to love someone else if you didn't even love yourself.

You didn't even notice you were crying until Trevor entered the room and spoke, "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong? What's going on?" He approached you quickly.

Wiping your tears away, you avoided eye contact. "Uhh… Nothing. Don't worry about it."

He grabbed your shoulders, being careful of your broken arm, and turned you toward him. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, "We both know that's bullshit. What's going on?"

You sniffed, "I'm sorry. I was just thinking too much."

Before you knew it, you were wrapped up in his embrace and just like a few days before, you cried in his arms and let your sadness rule over you.