”You're so cute,” he said to me and kissed me. I really loved being in a relationship. It felt nice to always have someone who could always make you smile and kiss you and cuddle with you. We were actually laying in bed and cuddling in that very moment he called me cute. I always loved it when he called me sweet things people never called me. ”You're so sweet,” I responded and smiled while we were kissing. Feeling his warm body against mine really made me smile a whole lot. ”You're so beautiful,” he told me. I kissed him, this time with a bit more passion than the previous kiss.
”You're so handsome.” We kept saying something and then we kissed. He gently stroked different parts of my body and it just felt so damn amazing. ”You're so hot,” he said and grinned. Did he just call me hot? He sure did. ”You're so sexy,” I laughed back. ”There is the problem. You're hot and apparently I'm sexy. I want to be hot too. That's why I will be hitting the gym every single day,” he said and smiled happily. ”So you can have a nice body?” I asked. He nodded and it looked funny. ”Yeah, a nice body. Sixpack and stuff. I just want to make you happy.”
He was indeed the best boyfriend ever and probably the best (and only) boyfriend I would ever have. ”I want to be tough so I can protect you from gangrape and stuff,” he said and kissed me. Oh my God. I had a boyfriend that was jealous and wanted to protect me. That was literally the cutest thing ever. He wanted to protect me. He wanted to protect me against everything bad in the world. He wanted to be my superhero. He wanted to make me happy. He was hitting gym so he could get a nice body so I was happy. He was the best boyfriend ever.
”I also want a nice body but I hate the gym,” I admitted. ”I'm so bad at anything that has to do with sports. I'll never get a pretty body because I hate the gym so much. I hate that people stare at me and I hate to sweat. I hate those two things together,” I continued. Then he looked quite serious, to be honest. ”I know you have social anxiety. You can't hide it from me no more. I have already figured it out.” What? He had figured out I had social anxiety? ”What?” I said, a bit shocked. Or well - very shocked.
”What you told me the other day ... When I said I wanted you to be my girlfriend. I could see that you have social anxiety. I can often see it. The way you are when you're nervous and stuff. The thing is you're always nervous. Your social anxiety is really strong. I can see you're always nervous because you always blush when we talk or just when we're hanging out. It's cute when you make a girl blush over something, but you blush all the time and I know you hate it. You should go the doctor. Have you seen a doctor?” he asked me. He was rigth about everything. I did have social anxiety and I did hated it. I also truly hated that I blushed all the time. ”No ...” I said, having tears in my eyes. I had social anxiety. He gently kissed me on the lips. ”I also know you've been depressed before. Around age ten to age thirteen you were depressed. Yes, I noticed that. You also have a brain disorder. Maybe you did not know that. You can get mad at people for eating or breathing and that is an actual brain disorder. I know you too well, babe. Your depression is gone and I hope the social anxiety will disappear too and hopefully very soon.”
”Three years. Three years I was depressed. I've had social anxiety for a year now so there is two years left. I don't wanna go see a doctor. I don't need help. Just forget about it, okay? Forget about all my flaws,” I said to him with tears in my eyes. He pulled me close into his body and kissed my foreheard. ”You are perfect to me,” he whispered to me. No, I was not the perfect one. He was the perfect one. ”We should have sex while Careless Whisper is playing,” Drew suddenly suggested. Well, hell to the no, to be honest.
”Are you kidding me? George Michael was my childhood! Careless Whisper might be the best song ever to have sex to, but I'm not gonna have sex with you while being reminded of my childhood,” I slightly laughed. I was feeling a lot better now. ”Sexy And I Know It?” he then asked. I shaked my head. ”Bet On It?” he asked. ”Jesus Christ, Drew!” I said and laughed loudly. He laughed too. ”We've had sex once and the next time it will happen will be in five months,” I told him.
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Careless Love
Teen FictionPeople like to make fun of Jess and Drew, saying they are dating and they are soulmates. Truth is they have never dated and they are not in love with each other at all. Jess' best friend like to call herself their biggest fan and for every day that...
