Page 196 of The Perfect Love

I let out a weak laugh. “I’m not against that idea. Should I stop in first though?”

He shakes his head. “Joel’s in there now, and I think they need some time together.”

So do we.

I thought that might happen, though, so I took a page out of my friends’ playbook and had Robbie go to the bookstore and grab the first few books in one of my favorite lighthearted, fun romance series and then wrote a note to go with them and left them with Aaron to give to Sarah.

Trevor still looks a little disoriented, so I grab his hands and draw his attention back to me.

“How did the conversation go? Did she blame you for anything?”

“No. She was apologizing to me.” He sighs and ruffles his hair with his hand. “But I never want to be a person who hurts the people he cares about.”

I rest my hand on his cheek. “You’re not. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes so you’d know what an incredible man you are. We all make mistakes, but you are mindful and caring and always trying to help the people you love. Like I said earlier, you’re a man your dad would be proud of. And for what it’s worth, I’m proud of you too. I just wish you’d be proud of yourself.”

He leans in, pulling me closer, his hand tangled in my hair, and kisses my forehead.

“I missed you.”

I let out a shuddery breath. “Can we go home?”

He musters a smile, though his eyes are glassy. “Home.”

Nothing seems quite as heavy when I’m wrapped in Trevor’s arms.

As soon as we got home, we took a shower, then Trevor pulled out the insane amount of food he cooked over the last few days and we loaded up plates to eat in bed.

We’ve been talking for hours about everything that’s happened and all our struggles. We both have a lot of things to work through, whether it’s our emotions after everything or harder stuff that we need to focus on with our therapists.

The biggest thing we agreed on is that while all this affects us individually and affects us as a unit, it does not and will not affect our relationship. It will not enter into that in any way. We’re a unified front, and that’s how it’ll stay.

“I’m tired,” Trevor sighs, and I know he means more emotionally than physically.

“I know,” I whisper. “So am I.”

He kisses my neck, across my throat, and then the other side of my neck.

His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “I need you.”

Then we’re kissing as we fumble with our clothes, desperate to feel the connection between us that we’ve both missed this past week.

When we’re naked, I cup his cheek, looking into those deep, dark eyes. “What do you want?”

He sits up against the pillows and pulls me onto his lap. “I need you right here. Like this.”

I grab a condom, then roll it down his length, not waiting longer than a breath to slide down him.

Face to face, with my arms wrapped around his neck, I ride him as he holds me close.

He buries his face in my neck. “Fuck, I need you. I missed you. I love you. More than anything in this life, Chels. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine.”

My body shudders with need. His lips find mine, and we move together, letting everything else fall away. All the pain, all the anger, all the uncertainty. It doesn’t matter right now. For this moment, it’s just us, our souls intertwining and dancing together as we forget about the world around us and get lost in our love, letting it heal us. Finally, we can both breathe again. We have each other, and that’s all that matters. Whatever comes now, we’ll face it together.

Trevor

Waking up with my girl wrapped in my arms is the best feeling ever. Especially after how shitty this week has been.

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