To Love

Chapter 29 (Benjamin)

I stretch my arms and yawn, waking up in our new apartment. We've just finished moving everything in yesterday. My face scrunches as the pain in my limbs attack my senses. Sore doesn't even begin to describe the few days I've had carrying boxes up the stairs.

I throw on my trousers that I had apparently kicked away in the middle of the night and walk into the kitchen. I see Trevor sitting at the small two-seated table, reading a magazine while drinking a cup of coffee in his suit he'd got for work. I surprise him by kissing the back of his neck, earning a small jump from him.

"You look very attractive in that fancy getup you're wearing."

"Good morning to you too, my love." He turns around and plants a kiss on my cheek before kissing my lips. I giggle at his touch.

I make my way to the kitchen area, noticing no dishes are dirtied. "Did you eat?"

"No. I don't think my nerves will let me keep anything down."

"Honey, you've got to eat something. Here, let me put something together." I look inside the fridge, noticing there's quite literally nothing but a few diet colas, a cart of eggs, and some vodka. I turn around to face my boyfriend. Looks like I'm going grocery shopping today, then.

I take a few eggs out and scramble them over the stove. I season it and plate it, placing it in front of Trevor.

"You didn't have to do all that, love. I appreciate this, though. Thank you." He kisses my lips.

"Blech...you taste like coffee."

He laughs and eats his breakfast slowly. I make myself a cup of tea and pull my chair next to him so that I can read his magazine with him.

Eventually, the time comes for him to leave. I wish him a good day with a kiss.

"Be safe and come back to me soon, okay?"

"Anything for you."

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When I've gone down town, I walk through the doors to the grocery store I've gone to nearly all my life. I know the aisles like the back of my hand.

I collect a few things in my shopping basket, such as almond milk, bread, and other essentials. I won't lie, I may have grabbed a few things we didn't necessarily need, like the ingredients for cake. I'd been craving it for weeks, and I hadn't yet satiated it. I figured that now that I had all the time in the world, I'd treat Trev and myself.

After I paid and walked out of the shop, I decided to go to a clothing store, too. It had been a long time since I bought clothes for myself, as I'd just been repeating the same eight outfits I owned, with the exception of wearing some of Trevor's clothes now and again.

I walk in and am immediately greeted by a saleswoman asking if I needed any help finding anything. I politely declined and walked throughout the store, picking up a few things here and there that I liked. I grabbed some things I though Trev might like to see me wear as well, such as a black tulle button-up shirt and some knee-high socks.

I spent a good amount of money in there, so in my best interest, I headed back home, once again listening to mine and Trev's playlist.

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When I'm home, I put the groceries away and review the clothing I've bought. The haul consisted of a few pairs of jeans, a dark red pair of dress trousers, a brown leather jacket, two white button-ups, and the aforementioned clothing I picked out with Trev in mind.

After a few moments of thinking, I come to a conclusion. I'm going to give Trevor the most relaxing night after work he's ever had as a thank you for everything he's done for me.

I start my plan by baking the cake I had bought ingredients for. It's far from perfect, and I burned myself a few times. But it's made with love and appreciation, and that's what matters. I decorate it with the icing I've made, adding small dollops of the stuff around the edges. I dash a few sprinkles. And with that, the treat is finished.

I get out a bottle of wine I bought at the store, along with two glasses. I leave it unpoured for now. I also light some candles, run a hot bath and put a record on the player. It's one of his favourite Lana Del Rey albums, Blue Banisters.

Even though I've prepared thoroughly, there's something missing. Then, it hits me. I go to Trev and I's shared closet, choosing out an outfit to wear. Unsurprisingly, I get out the clothes I bought earlier. After changing, I look in the mirror.

I've got a black tank, running just short enough to reveal my midriff. The transparent tulle shirt is buttoned over it. I wear shorts on the tighter side, ending just a bit above the halfway point of my thighs. Then, I finish it off with the knee-highs. I think I look pretty good, if I say so myself. Hopefully Trev thinks the same.

Click!

The door is unlocked, and Trevor comes through the door. I walk out of the bedroom to greet him.