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dont try to fix me I'm not broken

the second minnie got off the plane, it became pretty obvious to her why she only made this particular flight once or twice a year. maybe it was christmas time, but that didn't keep the flood of memories away. she'd been fighting the memories ever since. this was the first time she'd brought quentin with her on the trip to visit her family. and her family seemed as smitten with him as she was. which was a terror on its own, camille seemed intent to flirt with him whenever she could get away with it. this was surprisingly annoying. but quentin took it all in stride and despite everything, he still only seemed to have eyes for her and her alone, proving that she'd made the right choice in loving him. but even with the comfort of him by her side, she still felt scared. she still walked around with her gaze on the ground, non existent cat calls filling the air. she still hadn't told quentin about what had actually happened her senior year, the reason she chickened out every time they'd gotten close to going all the way. minnie knew she'd have to tell him in time, maybe. maybe she could just pretend that it didn't bug her. it had been four years since the incident, she could move on. and she'd prove it, she'd prove it to anyone and especially to quentin. because she loved him and she knew it and he deserved every part of her, had since the day he walked into her life. she'd even taken precautions, because this time was it. this time they were going all the way and that was all there was to it. or that's what she told herself.

it was new years eve, a time for new beginnings, and she was planning on it. normally she would have stayed at her parents for the trip, mostly because it was cheaper and she had no reason to. but for this trip, she'd booked a hotel for the two weeks they'd be there. and tonight, she'd laid out a bunch of candles, hoping to go for the whole romantic feeling. and, she reflected, she had achieved it. or maybe that was just because for once she had him all to herself. there was no distractions, no careers, nothing to pull them apart. she loved it, she always missed being around him when he wasn't with her. and heaven knew what she was gonna do when she had to sleep alone by the time they went back. minnie had bought herself a christmas present, though it also could have been for quentin as well. it was a small lacey nightgown that clung to her figure in all the right places and barely covered her butt. at this point, quentin's shirt had been removed, flung across the room by herself. she pressed her lips against his, loosing herself just enough to enjoy the feeling of him so close to her. lust, she contemplated, had never been the problem with them. there were times where she wanted him so much so could barely breath with the need of it. as she pulled away from the kiss to breath, she ran a hand across his bare chest, listening to his breath as she felt his heart speed up at her touch. she pressed a kiss to his lips, stopping whatever moan may have been about to surface. this time, as she pulled away, she could see a devious gleam in his eyes.

in response to her touches, his hands began to explore her figure. there was a need in the way his hands caressed her. to this day, minnie had never been able to pin point the exact moment that she would loose her cool and freak out. but somewhere along the lines of his touches, her heart went from fluttering in need and excitement, to fluttering in panic. suddenly, it wasn't quentin who was touching her, but her ex boyfriend. she could feel to the panic start to build up inside of her. minnie tried, she tried so hard to push the panic away, to remind herself that she was with quentin. but no amount of trying could push it away. and then suddenly, it was just all too much. she slowly began to push quentin away, hoping that she could calm down enough to resume what they were doing. but alas, to no avail. she could feel the lump in her throat forming, the tears building up in her eyes. she hated herself for this. no matter how much she told herself it was okay, she couldn't make her body believe it. before she could think too much, she was pushing herself away from q and off the bed. i just... i need to... she gave up trying to explain it, instead fleeing to the safety of the bathroom. the second the door was shut and locked behind her, she sank to the floor and burst into tears. so much for this time being different, so much for going too far. she hated herself for this stupid weakness, quentin deserved so much better. normally she was so much better at hiding it, able to shrug it off with a simple, "i'm not ready yet." but she knew she couldn't do that this time, not when she'd seemed so ready for it in the stupid lace dress and the candles. she didn't know how she was going to explain it this time.

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Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

Sure, Quentin had never really left New York. Honestly he had been okay with that for most of his life. Until he had met Minnie, a girl from the west coast. His girlfriend of the past few years, and this was the first time that he had actually gone to meet her family. Q wasn't exactly prepared, on the plane he was sweating bullets hoping that her parents would like him. Of course the ng flight didn't really help. Although looking at Minnie helped him through it all. Quentin was never really good with meeting people, his awkward nature didn't really help him. Although when he got to Minnie's home, he was accepted with open arms. Her mother hugged him, and her father shook Q's hand with a smile on his face. As much as he tried to avoid it, and Minnie had even warned him how her sister could be. Camille came on a little strong, but his eyes were only for Minnie. He honestly couldn't even imagine what his life would be like now without her. Camille wasn't even bothering him. Though, he could see that Minnie might have glared at her sister a couple times over dinner. It was New year's eve now though, the trip was almost at it's end. He had actually enjoyed spending the holidays with her family. He didn't really miss his parents much, because him being an only child made it odd, it wasn't as enjoyable.

Now though, as they returned from dinner, something felt off. Not a bad sort of off, but a good one. Minnie led him in the room, and surprisingly she had thrown him off with everything that was around. After a while she let him see what she was doing. Nothing can't his eyes more then what she had changed into though. Quentin could not remember a time that Minnie had ever chosen to dress like that. Sure, he'd seen her photo shoots that had only a little bit more clothing, but this dress was like nothing he'd ever seen. He took a look around the room, candles lit all around, and the lights dimmed. It didn't take long for her to push him over onto the bed, and from there his shirt was removed. Her touch was enthralling, and he couldn't help but think about what they might do. 'is she actually going to do more? what if I do something wrong? Should I tell her? Quentin's mind was running with questions of himself. THe horrible thing was that he had never told Minnie that he actually had never done anything. That's right, the older of the two was still a virgin, sure Quentin felt bad that he'd have no experience. But at this point it might be a good thing that he waited. Minnie was definitely worth that wait, he hoped she knew that.

Until the kissing started, she stopped his thoughts, and everything from there was just amazing. Until Quentin had decided to touch her. Minnie was almost always the one to walk away from these sort of things. She always said that she wasn't ready and that never bothered Q. Although tonight seemed different. Her hands were searching, just as his were. Their lips broke when they needed air. But she pulled up, and away from him. The first thing he heard was her stammering an excuse, but it didn't hurt his feelings. Just the fact that he had gotten excited, and now he had to face that she was locked away in the bathroom. He got up, and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He let his eyes close, and brought his hands up to his face. After he stood back up, he searched for his shirt. He couldn't face Minnie again like that. He had to make her feel like he wasn't going to hurt her. That was when he heard the cry from the bathroom. Walking up to the door, he tried to turn the knob. Locked, she had put herself in there away from him. He leaned against the door, and was going to think of what to do. But his mouth opened before that. "Min, are you okay? I'm not pushing you to do this. I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

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The story Of your life is unwritten So put me down as your ticket Don't even fight it You're shaking You're not sure of the ending But let me be the beginning Just put it in writing

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minnie knew that first times were supposed to be special, or at least that had always been her belief. someone who loved you for you, who cared about you like they'd die without you. minnie also knew that this wasn't always the person you thought. she knew this better than most anyone. her first time had been great, until suddenly it wasn't. she still couldn't think about it without crying. she had to take baby steps. first she had to move on. and then she met quentin and the world began to make sense again. each time they were together, she felt like she was that much closer to heaven. had she known happily ever was on the other side of the world, she would have moved a lot sooner. but then, she reflected, she probably wouldn't have appreciated q as much as she did right now. she still hadn't told him about what happened the day she lost her virginity and the following events. she couldn't seem to find the words to describe how she felt and she especially hated that she couldn't seem to get over what had happened, despite how long ago it had been. she was hoping their trip to LA would change everything. something about it just cemented a couple of things in her head. first, q was the love of her life and quite possibly the greatest thing that had happened to her. second, quentin was as much a part of her family as she was now. and three, she was going to marry quentin someday. it all just seemed like a matter of when and how and whether or not they were ready for it. one might think this would have been enough to convince her to trust quentin. she certainly had thought so, as she bought the dress and the candles and ordered everything for new years eve. but apparently not.

normally after one of her episodes, she could have waived her hesitance off by claiming she wasn't ready. that it was too soon in their relationship and they should just take some time and the right time would come. obviously, she couldn't do that anymore. she was curled up on the bathroom floor, the cold of the tile seeping through the lace dress and sending shivers up her back. now that she actually seemed to notice it. she was too busy sobbing, the snot filled ugly kind of crying. she was trying so hard to move on, but nothing was really working. she reached behind her and unzipped the dress, the tears still sliding down her cheeks. she reached for a pair of her pajama's which were really much less attractive. and by the time she settled herself on the floor, she could hear his voice. if there was one thing she adored about quentin, it was that he never seemed to be fazed by the fact that she wasn't ready. he seemed more worried about not pushing her too far. that seemed to have also been his first instinct right now, which only made her feel even worse, another round of tears sliding down her cheek. it seemed no matter how badly she wanted this, to give herself over to him, the world was conspiring against them. she hated doing this to him, minnie wanted to make him feel the way she felt whenever he was around. she leaned against the door, listening to his breathing on the other side. she closed her eyes before getting up and unlocking the door. her figure was trembling, barely able to grab the doorknob and having a hard time just opening the door. but she was upset and q's arms were her safe haven. that was where she ran when life got tough, this time was really no different.

as she opened the door, she looked down at him and for a few moments all she could feel was the swell of love. she loved the man on the floor more then she'd loved anything her entire life. and it seemed all too easy for her to fold her figure into his. she was curled up against him, face pressed against his chest as she sobbed. like always, she found his scent comforting as it wafted around her.i'm so sorry q. she whispered. i'm really sorry. i thought i was re- she cut herself off. she wasn't sure she could keep going with this lie. eventually it would tear them apart and she couldn't loose quentin. it would take what little strength she had. for a few heart beats, she just sat next to him, wiping her face but mostly just staring into his eyes. she could see now the difference between real love and the false kind. she wished she could have known then, it would have prevented so much. she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. when she opened her eyes again, she looked around the room. this was exactly how she pictured everything would be. perfect, romantic, honest, loving. and then her gaze went back to q. and that was about when the realization hit her. she had to tell him, she was going to have to tell him. that was the only way she could fix this and prove to him just how much she loved him. quentin, i have to tell you something. his full name felt foreign on her lips, but she hoped it would allude to her telling him something serious. she slowly stood up and offered him a hand. just because she had to tell him everything didn't mean they couldn't at least sit on a comfortable bed while doing it. her eyes never left his, searching for an answer, hoping he wouldn't judge her too harshly.

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Quentin was used to this whole thing. Anytime they tried to be intimate with one another, someone always caved before anything could happen. Normally it was Minnie, but he couldn't exactly blame her. In fact he never would, Q was a virgin, so at this point in his life it didn't matter to him when he changed that. He just kept praying that Minnie would be the girl. Everything else didn't matter to him. She didn't have to get dressed up in some expensive looking lace dress. That wasn't what was important to him. It was the fact that Minnie would finally be comfortable enough to do that with him. Although, sitting in front of the bathroom door, he looked around the room. Candles lit everywhere, and she was hidden away from him. He could t help but feel something was wrong.

As soon as Minnie opened the door to the bathroom, he looked up at her, and she immediately began crying into his chest. He did what he could to soothe her, careful not to touch her where she wouldn't want to be touched at a moment like this. He ran his fingers through her long hair. And noticed she had changed into her regular pajamas. Not that he minded, he was dreading the fact that sometime he was going to have to tell her that he was a virgin. That didn't seem like too big a deal to him, but who knew what she would think. Maybe she'd laugh at him, or maybe she'd feel bad for him.

She started to speak, and he just listened. It was what he was good at after all. Although, his ears perked up when he heard his full name. Quentin, such an odd thing for her to say. Most everyone called him Q, he just tended to expect to hear that. She held her hand out for him to get up. Holding hers carefully, he stood up, trying to hide his fading well everything. "Min, I'm not rushing you. I just want you to know that." He said it as he took a seat next to her on the bed. She looked serious, and it worried him. "You can tell me anything Carmin. I'm here for you, always. You know that right?" He hated that she looked kind of nervous. What did she have to tell him? Would it be that she didn't want to do that with him? Or something else, something worse.

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don't try to fix me I'm not broken

as much as minnie would like to have said that basically no one knew her secret, but that was exactly the secret, wasn't it? almost everyone in LA had heard the story, even if they didn't know it was her and markus that it was about. had q been in LA at the time, he would have known the story. it had made headlines, because she wasn't embarrassed enough as it was. but even then, he probably wouldn't have connected the story to his girlfriend. they'd never posted pictures, never named names. but still, she'd needed the escape that new york had given her. and q... hadn't that been the greatest part of new york. she'd never thought she could find it in herself to love another guy so soon after markus. but then she'd met him and even then she knew she'd found someone she couldn't live without. the day they'd officially met had just cemented it. what kind of guy wouldn't look at a model whose bikini had fallen off? would fix the bikini strap without touching places he shouldn't? and then would joke around to make you feel better about the entire thing? but that was q summed up in a single moment. as hard as it was for her to trust people she barely knew, it wasn't hard for her to trust quentin. after that day, they'd gone on lots of dates and since then, they'd made it official. and since then, she'd longed to give the final piece of herself that she'd given to markus so easily. but she couldn't, she tried so hard. even as her heart said you can trust him, her body said no, remember what happened the last time you trusted a guy? and that was all it took to remove the intimacy, no matter how much she wanted it, she couldn't do it.

looking at him now, all she saw was someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. no matter what was going on with her, he was always so understanding about everything. he'd never pushed her into anything, not in the two years since they'd become official. there were still tears sliding down her cheeks, tears she wished she could will away. but it didn't work that way, she knew that. i love you so much q, you know that right? it was a whisper, but it sounded much louder in an otherwise quiet room. she wanted to reach out and touch his face, but somehow that seemed like too much. hadn't she already gotten his hopes too high? she couldn't do that to him, not now. she wondered now, as she had, what would happen that would stop her freaking out every time things got a little too close for comfort. it had been almost four years since it happened... she looked up at his face, a face she'd memorized over their time together. maybe she'd been born and raised in LA, but when she looked at him, that didn't matter. when she looked at him, she was home, wherever that might have been. i know q, i know. she smiled through the tears still falling down her cheeks. she reached for his hand, searching for the comfort she felt whenever she was around him. she closed her eyes, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. it would have been too easy to curl up against him now, push off telling him another day, and fall asleep in his arms the way she had since they'd gotten her. you are my home, you know that? i don't care where we're at as long as i've got you. she opened her eyes, looking into his, as though willing him to feel the way she felt about him.

as easy as it would have been to not tell him, to pretend like nothing had ever happened. but she couldn't. he couldn't keep it from him any longer. she took a deep breath. during my senior year of high school, one of the senior football players asked me out. she remembered being really excited when it happened. like maybe someone was finally noticing her. she'd never once considered that maybe someone was playing games with her. he was really sweet, you know. he was exactly the kind of guy that every girl wanted to be with. which probably should have been her cue that things were off. most of the football players were jerks, markus especially. she'd just thought that maybe he'd changed, just for her. she'd been flattered. we'd been dating for about six months when we - well i - finally decided to go all the way. she'd been smitten with markus. and wasn't that how it was supposed to be with your first? she shook her head, the lump reforming in her throat. and so we did. and the next day... her story had been so easy up until this part. she paused for a moment. the next day, it was posted all over youtube. he'd taped the entire thing and posted it online. her words had come out fast at this point, as though she knew that she wouldn't say them otherwise. for a couple heartbeats, she focused on her hand holding him, drawing comfort from it. the entire thing had just been some stupid joke to see who could 'get in the shy models pants.' she wasn't sobbing but the tears still fell down her cheeks, with less time between them. and i fell for it, q. i fell for it. this was a harsh whisper, saying something aloud that she'd never been okay with before. she wanted to curl up in her arms, but fear held her back. he knew everything now. the question was now whether or not he'd leave her because of it. minnie didn't think she could loose him, but she looked it his eyes, waiting for some sort of response.

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Sitting on the bed, there was really nothing comforting about it. Sure, they were alone, and there was nothing seemingly wrong, but Quentin couldn't help but feels things had just taken an odd turn. He'd been dating Carmin for two years now, and not to mention all of the countless dates they had gone on before that. It was hard to imagine that she had actually been keeping something from him. Just the look on her face seemed to tell it all. After the couple of years he'd known her, he was able to read her. Just with body language or facial expressions. But now he surprised himself that he hadn't seen something serious come from their lack of intimacy. He figured that she honestly had not been ready for that sort of thing. It would make sense he guessed. Quentin was never the type to be ask too many questions especially when it seemed to hurt her. Which was the farthest thing from what he wanted for her.

As the tears started down her face, he knew it was more than something usual. The look on her face showed that she was in pain, and he felt the same. Quentin felt more connected to Minnie then he did with his own family. She meant the most he could imagine a person meaning to him. Everything seemed right with Minnie, they had nothing to hide between the two of them. But this, this had to be something that haunted her to make her look this way. "Of course I know that. Min, I love you too. If something's bothering you, I'll understand." It was true, Quentin was more understanding then most men. He knew when to stay silent, and this seemed kind of like the time to do so. He lifted his hand up to her face, careful not to scare her off again. Using his thumb to wipe away what tears he could. He hated seeing her bothered like this. He tried to stay quiet, and seem strong for her. He would do it over and over if need be. Wiping away all the tears she shed, every last one.

Quentin stayed quiet as she spoke. It seemed like a story that was life changing. Quentin just held her hand, and gripped it tighter as she seemed to not be about to speak. Or that she hadn't exactly wanted to tell him. He would never expect anything like that to happen to someone like her. Minnie had always been kind, sweet, and shy. Quentin would have loved to throw a punch or two at the guy who had done this. To change the way Minnie felt about people. Quentin was never the type to get violent, but his words had always spoken for him. "Min, I'm sorry that he did that to you." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. Again, careful not to pull her away from him. Quentin just wanted everything to be okay. Now that she had told him everything, what was he supposed to say? He didn't know how to make this better. "Carmin, it's not your fault he was a complete asshole. I'm sorry about it all. I just don't know how I can make it better." His heart felt agony for her. Positive that it was clear as day on his face. He was glad that she told him, but the fact that she had to live through that, just seemed so unfair. She was the farthest person he could imagine something like that happening to. "I'm sorry Minnie, I'm so sorry. I'll never make you cross that line, only when you're ready. I'll never make you feel that way."

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to this day, minnie would never quite know why she had never told quentin everything. maybe he would have helped her figure things out. but then again, if she had told him upfront, would he still have been in her arms right now? would she had ever have brought him to meet her family? or, worse yet, would he have laughed at her? okay, so maybe she hadn't told him because she'd been scared of his reaction, because she loved him and she didn't think she could handle a life without him. all she wanted to do was pretend like it had never happened. of course, that was much easier said then done. the reminder was in her mistrust of the world, in the anxiety pills that slid down her throat. minnie had never let anyone see just how much she'd been affected. she only went to a therapist because they provided the prescription that made it easier for her to go about life like nothing had ever happened. there was only one person in new york that knew all about what had happened to minnie and even grace had been sworn to secrecy about it. grace had always been naive, but even she could understand how disastrous the effects would be if the entire city of new york knew. her career, while not the career she wanted, would shatter to pieces. everyone would expect more nude shoots or bathing suit shoots, things that she'd been oh so careful to avoid. enough people had seen her naked, she didn't need to advertise it to the rest of the world too.

the rest of the world didn't matter now, it never really had when she was around quentin. and this moment in particular was much more private than most. she could tell that he could tell that something was off with her. she'd never been particularly easy to read, but he was better at it than most. she slid her gaze over his figure, almost disappointed to see that he'd thrown his shirt back on. she had rather enjoyed the view. lust was never the issue. lust had made her wonder what exactly was underneath that shirt. wasn't there some shakira song about underneath his clothes? something about the man she chose and being her territory? minnie figured that was kind of like her and quentin. it seemed almost counterproductive to reach out and touch him, she figured she'd have to content herself with the way they were touching. and as per usual, she was very aware of the way they touched. the way her thigh was pressed against his, the way her fingers were interlocked with his, the way he used his thumb to carefully wipe the tears off her cheeks. which didn't help to stop the tears. but at that moment, it seemed easy enough to look past them. 'it don't matter where i lay my head tonight, cause your arms feel like home. ' they were song lyrics, and it was a little cheesy. but it somehow felt right, singing them to him now. like somehow, if she sang her feelings out loud, it could make them real, could make them tangible. just as he had reached out to touch her cheek and wipe away the tears, she reached out to touch his cheek, pulling his head closer to hers until she could rest her head on his.

minnie had never watched a face quite as intently as she found herself watching his. she needed to know that he could forgive her for not telling him already, for waiting two years. that he didn't hate her simply because of the choices she'd made, however poor they turned out to be. as she told her story, she could watch him go from anger to sympathy and at times it was really hard to tell whether or not it was directed at her. but she found comfort in the way his hand tightened around hers. still, she didn't relax till he was speaking again, apologizing for what had happened to her. and when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him, she sank into his touch. q had always meant safety for her, had always provided her with a sense of security. it had been a long time since she'd felt the way she did now. she hadn't realized just how much it had killed her inside to keep this from him. but now it mostly just felt like a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders. the best part: he didn't seem to hate her for what had happened. the anger that flashed in his eyes wasn't directed at her, but at markus. i'm sorry i didn't tell you. it was a whisper, but it was loud enough. she hated seeing the agony in his eyes, knowing to some extent the same agony danced in her own eyes. she grabbed some of his shirt. she needed to make him feel okay again. just don't leave me q, stay with me. that's all i need. she didn't mean for her voice to get so hoarse. but she was trying to also swallow the lump that had reformed in her throat. she put a hand on either side of his head, pressing her lips to his, making the kiss as passionate as she could, trying to make him feel her love. she broke away from the kiss when she couldn't breath. i know love, and that's one of the reasons i love you. she smiled softly at him.

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Looking at her, sitting next to him, Quentin could think of nothing better. Everything in his world seemed to revolve around her now. Carmin was his absolute best friend in the world, and he didn't care what people thought when he told them that. Just being near her made him feel better, after a hard or long day of work, seeing her face made it that much more worth it. Sure he hadn't been the most social of people, and he didn't mind that. But somehow he ended up with her, something he would have never thought of in his wildest dreams. Him, dating a model, but she was so much more than that. Loving, caring, and willing to go out of her way to help the people she loved. Quentin could not imagine living a life without her now, even after learning what happened to her. He would never leave her because of something like that. Sure, she lost her virginity, in most cases who hadn't in these present days. But in the manner it happened, that was out of her control. If he had been stronger, maybe the more violet type, he'd have something to say to her ex. But that just wasn't him, she knew that, and he knew that. She probably wouldn't love him if he was that way, and that wasn't something he just wanted to get rid of. If he ever lost her, it would crush him. Destroy his heart into tiny little pieces, unable to reconstruct it. But this woman, sitting right next to him, was worth too much to him to lose her.

He smiled as she sang the gentle tune to him, squeezing her hand again tightly. It wasn't that she was singing to him, but what she was saying. Everything about it was true, she always seemed most comfortable in his arms when she was with him. That was something he was obviously okay with. "I wouldn't have it any other way." It was the truth, and to ever lie to her would be ripping down a layer of the trust they had built so well. Sure, she had kept this from him, but he wasn't hurt by it. She obviously didn't know how he would handle it, but that kind of hurt. Knowing how docile he really was, and that he always thought before he spoke, or acted. But he didn't want her to feel bad about it, it didn't exactly seem like she could just tell him that when they started dating. Not that it would have scared him off, but he would have been a little on edge for a while. It's not often you hear about that kind of thing, but it seemed like the kind of thing that would happen to different types of girls, not his. The sweet girl that was sitting next to him, leaning her head on his, waiting for some sort of reaction that would mean the end of this. This was something he wasn't willing to lose, he was the happiest he'd ever been. As long as she was happy, he was.


Shaking his head, listening as she apologized. There was no reason for it, it was in the past now, and it was never her fault in the first place. "Min, don't. It's not exactly the easiest subject to bring up." His voice staying positive but just a whisper. He looked around the room, candles burning, and thought of her wearing what she had been. He looked at her now, in her normal pajamas and just smiled. It didn't matter what she was wearing, if her hair was styled or in a mess, she was more beautiful than anything he could think of in the world. And if he had to wait on being intimate with her, that was fine by him. He'd wait until the sun burned out if he had to, anything to make her more comfortable, and just happy. Of course, this made him think, he hadn't exactly told her what he'd been keeping to himself. Sure, it would probably be unbelievable to her at first, or maybe it wouldn't be. Who knew if she thought if he'd done anything before? In these times you couldn't tell who has done what. Just happening to be a virgin, and his girlfriend telling him that, she might feel for him. But he didn't exactly want to tell her just yet. She had just gotten the weight taken off her shoulders, he could tell by the look on her face. "Carmin, I'm never leaving you, unless you want me to leave. Otherwise, I'm yours. if you think that would scare me away...i'd be a lesser man." Closing his eyes, leaning into her, kissing her on the cheek lightly. Smiling, he just looked at her, he couldn't believe it still, her loving him. it just didn't seem real sometimes, he was just not someone who thought it could be this way after everything. The ex who cheated on him, and just being such a workaholic. "You know, you are amazing. Strong enough to tell me about that? If I were you, I don't know if I could do it."

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