ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

NINETEEN

penelope

suddenly it's hard to breathe. you know the horrible feeling when you're dreaming and you're aware you're dreaming, but you're not exactly sure if you're dreaming? that's the situation i'm in at this moment in time. i gasp awake but i'm unable to sit up due to a force pressed against my chest, holding me down against the bed.

"hi," trevor greets sweetly.

his whole entire weight is on top of me. his arms rest on my chest, closer to my collar bones and his chin rests on top of his wrists. his messy bed head warms my heart and his gravelly morning voice sends a chill down my spine.

"hi," i giggle, pushing his hair back so i can see his face better.

we stare at each other for what seems like forever, just taking in each other's presence. i run my hands through his hair mindlessly and he finally just lays his head on my chest. i wrap my arms around him, squeezing tightly in a playful hug.

"we spent the rest of our afternoon and night fucking." trevor pipes up.

i laugh and by the feeling of the rumble in his chest, he's laughing too. i kiss the top of his head and breathe in his scent. he smells like faint tom ford tobacco vanille and a lot like sex.

"ludacris was talking about you when he said 'we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed.'"

"you have such a way with words." i push trevor off me, patting his back when he rolls to his side of the bed.

"next time we have sex i'm going to dap you up afterwards." trevor rubs my naked thigh.

"who said there was a next time?" i ask. i'm out of bed searching for my clothes that were strung all over the room from yesterday's adventures.

trevor gasps. i stand by his side of the bed, completely nude. i'm looking down at him. he pulls me down on to him. the once crisp sheets are the only thing separating our naked bodies from each other.

"there's going to be a next time." he pecks my nose. "and a next time," he pecks my forehead. "and a next time." he finally kisses my lips.

i hum, leaving my lips on his for too long. "we'll see." i say before standing up and walking towards the bathroom. "but if you ever think about dapping me up after you were just inside me, i'm calling the police."

trevor snickers as i close the door and turn the shower on. i'm about to step in the shower before i call out to trevor. "trev! if you get here fast enough this could be your next time!"

i hear the bed creek ungodly fast before the door to the bathroom is swinging open and trevor's standing in the doorway naked. i have to laugh when he hops in the shower with me. "i knew you couldn't resist me." he pulls me into him and cups my face with both hands and my arms wrap around his waist. "give me a kiss, woman." he smiles before pulling my face closer to his and colliding our lips in a deep, sensual kiss.

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i'm rushing trevor out the door so we won't be late for our excursion of the day. it doesn't matter, we're going to be late anyway because of trevor's insistence on soaping up my boobs multiple times then putting his face between them to "make a santa beard."

"trevor please hurry." i snap my fingers as he fixes his hair in the mirror once more.

"beauty takes time, penelope." i groan at trevor's response and feel like kicking him when he flips his hair again.

"bree and morgan are going to be pissed! trevor your hair is just going to get messed up again."

"i'm ready!" he smiles, walking out the door when i hold it open for him.