ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

THIRTY ONE

penelope

trevor and i bask in the post-sex high. i'm laying in the crook of his arm, his fingers dancing along my arm drawing soft shapes mindlessly. my eyes are heavy and i can feel myself threatening to drift to sleep. i sigh, finding enough energy to push myself off of trevor and out of his bed.

his face is confused. "where are you going?"

i bend down to grab my clothes off the floor. "to bed. i'm sleepy."

i swear the guy nearly lunges out of bed at my words. his sitting up, confused look never leaving his face as he watches me throw his shirt on over my head instead of putting my work clothes back on.

"you can sleep here." he offers.

"i have a bed, trev." i start to open the door.

"but so do i." he smiles, swinging his hand around to show off his large bed that is admittedly more comfortable than mine. "you didn't mind sleeping with me in the maldives."

i chuckle. "i didn't have a choice."

his face drops into a frown. he nods his head nearly shooing me off at this point. i don't want to leave his bed either, but i do anyway. i shoot him a soft smile, blowing him a kiss goodnight. he reaches out to catch it, pressing it to his heart.

"that was nice but it won't fix my broken heart." trevor turns away from the door, his bare back being exposed to me now.

i quietly shut his bedroom door and shuffle down the hallway to my bedroom to get ready for bed. my heart feels empty as i sit down on the edge of my bed. tears well in my eyes when i think about what trevor said "that was nice but it won't fix my broken heart." i hurt his feelings. no. stop, he was kidding. stay strong penelope.

my phone rings and for the first time in my life i frown when i see celeste's name and picture come up. i was hoping it was trevor calling to beg me to come back to bed.

"hey." i answer.

"hey baby mama, how's it going?" celeste giggles.

i let out a breathy laugh. "i'm good. how's it going there?"

celeste groans and i swear i hear her eyes roll. "j's been playing call of duty all night with quinn and luke. you can only hear 'you fucking moron!' so many times."

i laugh thank god i've only had to listen to trevor play video games with jack one time since living here. celeste is right, you would think they're at actual war the way they yell at each other.

"how's casa de la trevor?"

i'm quiet for a minute. "it's good."

"well that's not convincing." she answers.

"we had sex tonight,"

"well you're pregnant not dead. a girl still has needs." she replies as if there's no problem.

"no. that's not the problem. i almost told him i loved him during it." i whisper because i'm suddenly anxious trevor's on the other side of the door listening in on our conversation.

celeste chokes, her coughs so loud i have to pull the phone away from my ear.

"babe! are you alright!?" i hear jack yell.

"no!" celeste calls back.

she's talking, she's fine.

"okay!" jack yells before i hear him yell at quinn through his headset.

"he must have missed the part of the vows where we promised to be there in sickness and in health." celeste coughs one last time. "p how the hell did you almost do that?"