He came in and said, "Yeah?" He was only wearing his shorts and his chest, his abs, his body. Maybe it's a good thing we're going to the beach. This way we both get to cool down.
"Where are the bathing suits?" I asked. He came towards me and deliberately slided into me.
He opened a secret drawer. The most beautiful colored bikini's were there. Along with, wait what? Are those thongs? I kept staring at the drawer, afraid to open my mouth. After a while, Trevor opened his mouth.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
I cleared my throat and answered, "Uh, Trevor, I'm okay with all the clothes, underwear and bathingsuits you got me. But thongs? Really?"
He found my reaction hilarious. "Oh, I guess you didn't know about this one. Well, after the second time you woke up here, I bought you everything a woman wears. I didn't know whether you liked them or not. So, you get to choose what you want to wear. If you don't wear them, it won't matter to me. If you do wear them, it most certainly and most definitely does not matter to me."
Damn, this man. He makes everything sound sexy. He doesn't snore. He doesn't smell. His breath is always minty before he kisses me. Everything about him is so sexy.
"Uh-huh," I said, folding my arms over my chest. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Standing in just my bra and bringing my arms to my chest was not the best idea. Trevor's eyes shifted from my eyes to the lace straps of the bra. And then... yup, looking directly at them.
I snapped him out of his daze when I cleared my throat. He pretended to be busy searching for the bikini and when he found it, he held the bra part in the middle of the bra as it hung over his index finger.
"Thank you," I said with a nod, meaning that he should leave and allow me to get dressed.
"You're welcome," he said, not moving a muscle. Was he just going to stand there? It doesn't matter right? He's seen me naked before. Well, this morning. But still.
Amabel, he's seen you naked. If he didn't like what he was seeing, do you think he'll still be here with you? Asking you to wear a color of his choosing. He loves you for who you are and not for how you look.
"Everything alright?" he asked. Luckily, I have a subconscious that is so smart.
"Yes, everything's fine." With that, I took off every single piece of clothing I had on and put of the bikini. Strangely, Trevor turned around when I stripped completely. Shit! He was ashamed of me.
"Why did you do that?" I asked him. His back muscles tensed when I placed my palms on his back.
"What?"
"Why did you turn around?" I asked him. He turned around to face me again and said, "I thought you might be uncomfortable with me seeing you naked again. I know we showered together this morning, but I was just thinking about you and how you would feel."
I grabbed him and kissed him. No one has ever been this considerate of me. No one ever thought of my feelings. Except Gwen, but that's different. She's my best friend. Friends are supposed to be considerate with each other. But this-with Trevor is a whole other story. He's a guy... The only guy I've ever been with. The first guy to see me naked and he turned around, afraid to make me uncomfortable.
"What was that for?" he asked when we pulled away.
"Just because I love you," I replied. He looked at me with his beautiful green eyes. Those eyes are definitely my kryptonite.
"Hey, I love you. You can look at me. Don't shy away from me, okay?" I asked softly before kissing his lips very slowly and passionately.
"I love you more than most. I just, I shy away because I don't want to lose what we have. I can't lose you. You are the most precious thing to me on earth. So, I'm moving slower with you. I don't want to scare you and then have you running away. One thing that will really break my heart is to see you walking away from me. Besides, Rena will kill me if I ever broke your heart again."
I chuckled at his words. I can't believe what I'm hearing from him. If I choose to walk away from him, I will break his heart. And that's the last thing I want. He doesn't have the need for me to have sex with him in order for him to stay with me. I don't have to have sex with him. He wants me to be ready. He knows exactly how and when to stop.
"I don't think I'll ever walk away from you. You might walk away on me, because most people in my life did. I mean, there would be a lot more people for you, a lot more women for you with whom you'd want to spend the rest of your life with," I explained.
Some part of me started to wish and beg that it would be me. That I would be the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
"Someone who will give you more than me," I said. He didn't miss the meaning behind it. A very strange look appeared on his face. "Wait, wait, wait... Bells, are you still a virgin?" he asked me.
The one question I've always been terrified of answering. If you say yes, you're a prude. If you say no, then you're a whore. But if I have to be called a prude, then so be it. I was proud to still have my virginity. I'm saving it for my person. The person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Someone who will love me for who I am. Someone who will do anything and everything in their power to protect me.
"Yes, Trevor. I'm still a virgin."
He was completely silent. He didn't move or speak. He just stared at me. And then I became uncomfortable. His reaction and response to what I've just told him was unpredictable...