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BELLA

I laid on my back, trying to gather my thoughts after an erotic episode with Trevor. It must have reflected on my face because Trevor flipped his fingers, cutting into my reverie, “A penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

“That's too small. Add something,” I joked and he burst into laughter.

He turned to his side, supporting his head with his hand as he stared at me, “I really should get a camera. I want to take pictures of you in this state,” he said, running his finger lazily on my chest.

“And what would you do with those pictures?” I asked, smiling.

“I'll frame and hang them in my bedroom,” he said, staring at me, “You wouldn't mind, would you?” he asked.

“Of course, I would mind,” I said, turning sharply to face him, “Trevor, you are not a pervert, are you?” I asked with dilated eyes.

He grimaced, “I really do not know what I am anymore,” he said, earning himself a punch.

It felt good to be back with Trevor after all the stress we had been through. I liked that Mara was out of