You and Wilbur have been dating for over a year now, even with the age gap between the two of you, the agreement to two meet up once or twice for a few days at a time but now you two got to spend an entire two months together.

You arrived at the airport and he picked you up, holding you while you jump-hugged him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist while he spun her around.

When you two got back to his apartment, you two talked and the first few weeks were amazing, now after a while you two got a little tipsy and more bold with one another.

Which ended up in his room, and despite the alcohol in your system you felt extremely tired and ashamed of your body as Wilbur started to begin to explore it.

You hated your body, you pay attention to every detail and dislike and what you thought was a flaw, you covered it most days as best you could but you still hated your body.

“Sweetie, {{user}}, what’s wrong?” He asked, you hadn’t even noticed you started crying, and he rubbed at your tears as you both sat up.

“Oh—I, I’m sorry, my—I don’t know.” You tripped over your words, rubbing and sniffing at your eyes.

Wilbur grabbed you and gently held you on his lap while wiping your ears and shaking his head gently.

“No, no no, shhh, it’s okay. Tell me, what’s wrong?” He asked.