ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

TWENTY TWO

penelope

"would you be mad if i told you i booked us for horseback riding on the beach?" trevor asks, shoving a large amount of pasta into his mouth.

i dramatically drop my fork onto my plate, the clanging making an obnoxious noise. i just stare at him with a blank expression on my face. read the fucking room, trevor.

his eyes widen and he shrugs, mouth full of food. i can feel my whole body burning from sunburn and the way trevor's red skin glistens in the light of the moon, i can already tell he's going to be in bad shape with a sunburn as well.

"i'm sorry." he says for i swear the tenth time tonight.

"trevor, i already told you there's nothing to be sorry for." i lightly laugh, rubbing his knuckles to reassure him.

he sighs. "i know but i feel like i ruined your vacation."

i shake my head. "you didn't ruin my vacation."

he doesn't look convinced. there's still a look of sorrow and guilt in his eyes and i know no matter how many times i tell him i'm not mad, i feel fine, he didn't ruin anything, he's still going to beat himself up for it.

"i just really thought something horrible-er happened to you."

"horrible-er isn't a word honey," i chuckle.

"well it should be." trevor rolls his eyes.

we sit in silence for a few minutes just staring each other down. it's not awkward, it's loving really. we came into this vacation absolutely hating each other and now we're going to leave tomorrow as...well that's still up for debate. because i'm not sure where i fall on trevor's scale of "i care about you."

"nick going to take you on a date when we get back to the states?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

i roll my eyes. "i thought we established he's old news."

trevor shrugs. "hey, a pro football player. i'd go for it p. he could give you a real nice life."

you could give me a real nice life too. i'm not going to say it out loud. i can almost feel my hopes being deflated again. all that, of course i fucking care back there was friendship. he doesn't see me any other way.

"i guess." i flatly reply.

"yeah i mean, he won't make you cum and he'll never know what kind of wine to get you but y'know- at least you'll have an nfl wife status." trevor sips his cabernet.

i sigh. i don't want all of that. i'm rethinking on the times trevor bought me every kind of wine i love without me having to ask for it, how he brought me over the edge multiple times in one night and so effortlessly too. nick is certainly not trevor.

"what about you? you gonna go back to fucking everything that moves when we get back?" i tease, watching him over the top of my wine glass when i take a sip.

"i don't sleep around," he quirks a brow.

i nearly laugh out loud. that cannot be true. "trevor, come the fuck on."

"i don't penelope." trevor looks somewhat offended. "i've had hook up's here and there-sure. but i'm not some himbo that just sleeps around."

i go to talk but trevor cuts me off. "and before you say something, no, i don't think there's anything wrong with sleeping around-i just don't do it."

"i'm sorry trev," i frown. "you're just like phenomenal at sex i just thought-"

he laughs so hard his eyes crinkle. it's disgustingly adorable. "am i better than quinn?"