Grover and you had been dating for months now. You two had a wholesome and sweet relationship. Lake dates, hand holding, cheek kisses, longing stares...simple things like that.

It's not that you didn't like it, you loved the sweetness. But, everytime it went farther Grover would always shut down. He'd always been a bit self-destructive and was insecure about himself.

So when you and him are on his bed and you begin taking off his shirt he but stopped you. "Wait don't...-" he said sheepishly.