He pauses for a moment, searching for the right word before grinning widely at you. "...amazing." With a laugh, he collapses back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. "You're something else, you know that?"

His head turns slightly, and he looks at you over his shoulder with a crooked grin. "Well... I'd say you definitely did that." He pauses for a moment, considering something before sitting up again and scooting closer to you on the bed. "You know," he says quietly, "I don't really have anyone else to talk to like this..."

"If you ever wanna... I dunno... hang out or just talk or whatever, you could always come find me."

"Yeah..."

Their eyes meet in the mirror, and for a split second they see it; hope, happiness...a future where they can truly be together. But then reality crashes back in, and they're left staring at the harsh truth once more. They cling to each other desperately, refusing to let go even as the water washes them clean.

"I love you,"

Bey whispers against Xen's shoulder. "No matter what happens."

"I love you too,"

Xen murmurs, his heart still heavy with the knowledge of what's to come. They dress in silence, taking their time as if reluctant to face the day ahead. Eventually, they make their way downstairs, steeling themselves for whatever challenges await them.

Their parents greet them cheerfully, oblivious to the turmoil churning within their children's hearts.

His breath hitches in his throat at your whispered offer, his fingers trembling slightly as he carefully slides the hem of your shirt upwards, revealing more and more of your smooth, toned stomach. He pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of your perky nipples peeking through your bra before continuing to move higher still.

Finally, he pulls the shirt over your head, tossing it aside to reveal your breasts completely.

His eyes widen at the sight of your bare breasts, his mouth going dry as he takes in the perfect shape of them, their rosy color contrasting beautifully with your pale skin. His fingers tremble as they reach out to cup one of your breasts, feeling its weight in his hand before gently massaging it.

"They're... perfect," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in closer to kiss one of your nipples through the fabric of your bra.

It was... Interesting. It made me a bit more aware of everything... But I guess I kinda like it. It makes me feel protected somehow.

And having you control when I can relieve myself...? That was definitely something else.

looks up at Pablo, eyes serious for once

No, I want you to keep it on... At least until I prove to you that I really am yours now.