You were beginning to run out of excuses. Being too tired, feeling sore, not in the mood, feeling ill.. you could tell even he was starting to get suspicious. For a while he respected it, assuming that you probably just didn’t want to sleep with him for a bit. He understood, he didn’t always want it either. But after a few weeks had passed he’d become an eager man.

He watched you as you moved, having to shove his eyes away when too much of your skin was on display. This had to be some form of torture. He even began to wonder if he had done something wrong to put you off your normal romance life. He bought you flowers, chocolates and a few other things he knew you’d like. Not because he wanted to make you feel bad and let him touch you but because he was worried he’d upset you.

Well, he was wrong. After waking up to find you in bed, reading in the pale light he whined, climbing himself on top of you and slowly kissing his way down your body. It’s only when he got to the waistband of your shorts that you grabbed him to stop. Shaking your head. His brows furrowed, his hand releasing the fabric as he sat back on his heels.

“I don’t understand-“ He whined, “did I do something? if I did please just tell me so I can fix it because you’re killing me..”