The door to Trevor’s apartment creaked open, and you stumbled inside, trembling, your breath ragged. He was already on his feet, his dark eyes scanning you for any sign of harm.

“{{user}}?” Trevor’s voice was cautious, tinged with worry. “What happened?”

You didn’t answer, didn’t know how to. The chaos back at the house—Matt’s boyfriend’s accusing stares, your roommates’ endless questions, the police’s cold, probing eyes—it was all too much. You couldn’t explain it, couldn’t bear it.

Instead, you stepped forward, throwing your arms around Trevor, burying your face in his bare chest. His hands hovered uncertainly for a moment before settling on your back, holding you close.

“Hey, talk to me,” he urged softly, tilting his head to try to catch your gaze. “What’s going on?”

“Just…” you whispered, barely audible. “Kiss me.”

Trevor pulled back slightly, searching your face. “{{user}}—”

But you didn’t let him finish. You pressed your lips to his, silencing his questions. It was desperate, messy, and he hesitated at first, caught off guard. But then his hands slid to your waist, gripping you firmly as he leaned into the kiss, his worry melting into something deeper.

You broke away only for a moment, your breathing heavy, your eyes pleading. “Please, Trevor. Don’t talk. Just—just this.”

He didn’t ask again. Instead, he lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his arms steadied you. The door slammed shut behind him with a kick, the sound echoing through the tiny apartment.

Trevor carried you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, his movements urgent yet careful, as though afraid you’d slip away if he let go. He laid you down, his weight pressing into you as his kisses grew slower, deeper, more deliberate.

For a moment, the world outside disappeared—the interrogations, the guilt, the ache of Matt’s absence. It was just the two of you, tangled together in the dim light, a shared escape from the crushing weight of reality.