Chapter 13

His gaze remained locked with her gaze filled with desire, only breaking away when she whispered,

"Trevor, do this one last thing for me... I want it to be you."

The pleading look she gave him shattered his heart, the ache akin to receiving dreadful news. Holding her in his arms, Trevor cast a glance toward the bedroom door, as if grappling with profound thoughts.

'Just for today, I'll be selfishly greedy. How can I refuse when she's asking so tenderly with those pure eyes?' Trevor pondered, then lowered his head, pressing his warm lips onto hers. He tenderly sucked them for an extended moment before easing away, allowing her to catch her breath.

A hushed silence lingered after he pulled back from her swollen pink lips. The definition of her lips stirred a rapid beat in his heart, yet he needed assurance that this was truly what she desired. Once composed, Trevor took the initiative to ask her;

"Saya, are you sure about this?" His voice, raspy yet undeniably sexy, resonated in the quiet room.

She gazed up at him and nodded.

Observing the certainty in her gaze, Trevor moved forward to share an intimate moment with her. He cradled her face with his large, warm hands and engaged in a passionate kiss, savoring the sweetness of her lips. Surprisingly, Saya proved adept at kissing, responding to every lick and nibble as if they were seasoned lovers. As he explored her body, Trevor marveled at the unexpected turn of events that led to this moment. Climbing over her, he playfully nibbled on her protruding nipples and planted gentle kisses down her abdomen. His desires, stirred by the sight of her, ran deeper than he had anticipated, and he yearned to experience every inch of her.

Knowing it was her first time, he exercised caution, teasing her body in every way he knew until he found himself losing control to the overwhelming desire within his own body.

"Wait, I need to get it."

He rolled off the bed and opened the drawer next to it. A sense of relief washed over him, grateful that Marcus had played a somewhat unconventional but fortuitous prank by gifting him a few boxes of condoms. Trevor retrieved one from the box and closed the drawer with a decisive click.

Saya's tightly shut eyes flew open at the sound of the drawer shutting.

"Umm, M-Mr. B…T-Trevor, can you not put it on?" she asked, her voice filled with shyness.

Uncertain about her thoughts, he considered her situation. With her last semester ongoing and graduation just two weeks away, he couldn't entertain the risk of an unplanned pregnancy, no matter how much she might plead. Even in this moment of indulgence, he felt a responsibility to ensure her safety.

Recalling his father's advice after his mother left for her true love, Trevor thought, "Trev, you make sacrifices for the people you care deeply for."

'Saya, I'm making this sacrifice because I care deeply for you. Perhaps one day you'll share with me the significance of tonight.'

"Is it genuinely your first time?" Trevor inquired.

"Yes, it's my first time."

"And you're comfortable with it being me?"

"Yes, I want it to be you."

Trevor hesitated, caught in a moment of internal struggle. Before he could utter another word, Saya silenced him with a kiss.

"Trev, please do this for me."

"After tonight, you can no longer call me Mr. Burton," he said, smiling down at her affectionately.

Their lips met once more, sealing an unspoken agreement, and they shared passionate love beneath the cool November night.

Navigating the depths of her desires, Trevor tended to her needs like a devoted gardener, watering her metaphorical garden and savoring every detail. He admired the landscapes of her pleasure, taking in every moan, every fingertip that dug into his shoulder, and the delicate, soothing sounds with which she called out to him.

Her melodic sounds sent Trevor into a trance, and he surrendered every part of himself to her, reaching new heights together. Tasting her became an unforgettable experience as they held each other, making love with the passion of newlyweds.

That night, their bodies spoke a language that needed no words. In the quiet hours of 3a.m., Trevor drove Saya back to her apartment, the weight of their shared experience lingering in the air between them.

As he watched her silhouette fade into the building, Trevor silently harbored the hope that she would confess her love for him. If those three words escaped her lips, he envisioned driving her back to his place, where they would continue making love until the sunrise filled the room he had specially decorated for her. He imagined her waking up in his arms, discovering the ring he had hidden for months on her finger.

Contemplating the expression she might wear when he revealed the genuine marriage certificate he had concealed for months, Trevor regarded Saya as his cherished secret. As time passed, his feelings for her evolved beyond mere care. He had fallen deeply in love. He desired to shield her from the world.

Rather than driving away the moment she disappeared from view, Trevor lingered outside her apartment for ten minutes. Thoughts of the incredible and intimate time they shared flooded his mind, and he grappled with the realization that his feelings for Saya went beyond mere assistance. He yearned for her to be a permanent part of his life but couldn't bring himself to admit that what he felt for Saya Talou was profound love.

In the solitude of his car, Trevor confronted the fear of acknowledging his love for Saya. The specter of his past haunted him, the fear that admitting his love might make her vanish, just as his mother had done when he was younger.