1 week later:
"baby, that feels soo good" I moan. "You like it?" He asks. "Mhm" I moan.
"You're so good with your hands" I lay back onto the pillow, closing my eyes.
"Pass me your other foot" he puts that one down. I put it on his lap. He starts massaging it.
"Do they feel better?" He asks. "Mhm, I'm never wearing heels again" I say. He chuckles softly.
"Well at least you looked sexy" he says. I giggle. "Although you don't need heels for that" he smirks. I grin.
"How you doing babe? You okay?" I ask. "Yes of course, why wouldn't I be?" He smiles. "Just checking in" I smile.
I hold my hand out to him. He shakes it. "No, come here silly" I giggle. He grins, coming closer. I put my hands on his cheeks. I kiss him softly.
He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest. I run my fingers through his hair. "Did you use my conditioner?" I ask. "No, I used my conditioner that you stole!" He says. I giggle.
"Being your boyfriend costs me so much money" he sighs. I laugh. "I'm worth it" I grin. "You so are" he says. I smile.
"Like a whore" I say. He laughs. "Shut up" he hits me playfully. I giggle.
"I'd be a great hooker" I say. "No, because I'd get jealous" he frowns. I giggle. "Save your sexines for me only" he grins.
"Would you pay me to have sex with you?" I ask. "No" he says. I pout. "That's illegal!" He says. I giggle, rolling my eyes.
"But would you?" I ask. "No, illegal" he says. I groan. "If it wasn't illegal?" I ask. "But it is" he says. "Nevermind" I say.
"Will you give me a blowjob?" He asks. "Right now?" I ask. "Yeah" he says. "Y-yeah, if you want" I say.
"See? I don't have to pay for you" he grins. I giggle, hitting him lightly. "You're just too obsessed with me to be able to resist me" he shrugs. I laugh.
"Do you want to get food?" He asks. "No" I say. "But im hungrrryyy" he whines. "Then go and get yourself some food" I say. "I want to eat with you" he says. "I'll come with you" I chuckle. We go downstairs.
I hold his hand, following him around the kitchen as he cooks his burgers, using just his spare hand.
"Is that really necessary?" Nancy walks into the room. I show her as I try to let go of his hand but he holds onto mine tighter. She chuckles.
"Why are you always shirtless?" She asks. "Um.. meredith likes it" he says. I hit him. He grins. "Gross" she leaves.
I wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his chest softly. "Let go of my hand" I say. "No" he says. "Its getting sweaty" I whine. "I don't care" he says.
I lift up our hands. "Ahh!" He screams, pulling away quickly as I lick his hand.
"What's wrong?" Carolyn and my mom walk into the kitchen. "She licked me! She licked me!" He freaks out. They both chuckle. I laugh.
"Ugh!" He washes his hands in the sink. "You act as If you're going to catch something off of me" I roll my eyes. "I might!" He says. "Like you wouldn't have caught it already" I chuckle. He glares at me. I grin.
I kiss him softly. He wraps his arms around me. His phone buzzes. He picks it up. I catch a glimpse of the notification. Its from an app he has.
Update: 4 months, 0 minutes, 5 seconds since last suicide attempt
I hug him tight. "I'm proud of you baby" I whisper. He shrugs. "What?" I ask. He shows me the app.
I've been self harm free for 4 days, 2 minutes, 43 seconds
I take a breath. I didn't know he was still doing it whilst I was here. I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm still very proud of you" I whisper, so our parents can't hear.
He kisses me softly. He turns to the pan, taking the burger off and putting it in a bun. He adds a few extra things before taking the plate and sitting at the table. I sit next to him, holding his hand again.
He starts eating. "Derek" I say. He looks at me. "I'm hungry" I say. Carol and my mom chuckle softly, listening to us. They're sat opposite.
He glares at me. I give him puppy dog eyes. "Fine" he holds the burger up. I take a bite. "That's good" I mumble as I eat it. "I know" he glares at me.
"Mom, tell her!" He whines as I take the burger. "Meredith give the poor boy his burger back" my mom chuckles. "Eat your chips honey" Carol says. He sighs.
"I hate you" he whispers. I offer him a bite. He sticks his middle finger up at me. I gasp.
I eat a chip. "No! They're mine" he takes the plate and sits at the other side of the table. We finish eating.
I walk over to him. He looks away. "Derek, I'm sorry.. let me make it up to you" I stand behind him, running my fingers through his curls.
He shakes his head. "I'll give you something better than food" I smile, raising my brow.
"Cuddles?" He asks. I smile, nodding. "I totally thought that was going somewhere else" Nancy says. Our parents chuckle.
We go to the living room. He sits on the couch and I sit on his lap, cuddled into him. He turns on the TV.
