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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

(Ehh 4AM now anyway, sleep time xD And lol at your post starting with “Tipically” xD But yeah, I quit RPing for awhile on another a few years ago due to the server going down and eating my posts ¼ times, no idea what it’d be like on a phone, don’t want to try either xD)

Trent looked surprised for a moment as Chloe threw back his taunt, seemingly trying to mimic his smirk, she seemed to be under the impression that she’d made a witty remark, but Trent didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. Watching her carefully as she emptied herself, he couldn’t help feel it was a waste, but he was intent on making sure this wasn’t the last time together, they were both young, and they had a long time to spend together, there was no hurry right? Sighing at the sudden loss of warmth he was about to get out of bed and give Chloe some personal space when she leaned back into him startling him again.

A smile spreading over his face as he decided to respond to her earlier remark. “I’m not being arrogant, just honest” he winked at her placing a hair and caressing it gently so as to not mess it up. Not that it wasn’t already a mess anyway. “And you’re wrong, I wasn’t eager, I still am” he grinned, grabbing her hand and lifting it to his lips. Kissing just above her knuckles, the gesture referring to her comment about using his hand. It didn’t take a genius to work out which hand would feel better wrapped around his shaft, and the possibility of Chloe one day doing that for him couldn’t be described with only the word ‘appealing.’

Hearing that she still didn’t regret what they’d done was a huge relief to him. He didn’t know for certain, but it didn’t take a genius to work out that her dark faces were related to their relationship, and having sex was a undeniable physical marker. It had been the main reason he’d thought she’d move away earlier. “I’m glad I could be your first…. And second” he chuckled, referring to how he’d come twice inside her. He was about to make another snide remark when he seemed to change his mind, frowning a bit before wrapping both his arms around her back, cradling her waist against him, his gesture suggestive, but his tone and expression quite serious. “I’ll also be your third right?” he asked nervously. The remark was typical of Trent, but the way he said it was something unusual. Almost sounding insecure and worried, even if his mind failed to acknowledge it, there were bits and pieces some hidden deep within that had sensed the meaning of her long expressions.
 
((Nevermind 4AM, I already blacked out at 11PM. XD Need to get back in shape. Aaaand I was kinda sleepy and the phone doesn't have spell check, so yes. 'Tipically'. XD Me and my Romanian habits.
Well, technically, I don't lose the posts so often anymore. Wi-fi for the win. This kinda saved me. No more pages which don't load anymore. =w= So that's why I'm so daring.))

"I don't even need to look at you to know that you're probably grinning while saying that." she pointed out at his response, before she felt his hand in her hair, probably messing it even more, not like she cared at this point anyway. At his next comment, though, she was taken by surprise so to speak, eyes opening all of a sudden, the blush seeming to bother her on a constant basis. Needless to say that when he grabbed her hand and kissed it, she immediately understood what he was thinking about, almost involuntarily imagining another lewd situation. Yep. She was slowly but surely turning into a pervert at this rate. "I said your hand, not mine." she finally corrected him glancing at him and sticking out her tongue. "Either way, you'll have to keep that eagerness to yourself..." she mumbled and stifled another yawn. "I don't have much energy anymore..." she added. "Besides... one more round and I won't be able to move tomorrow." she mumbled in a much lower voice, mostly for her to be heard.

His last question seemed like he was pretty worried about something. And she did know why, because in all honesty, even she had her own doubts about what would happen in the future. Seeing how she couldn't promise something like this, she had to somehow find another answer. She didn't want him to be worried. No, she actually didn't want to see him in a bad mood, whether it was sadness, anger, disappointment and all that. "We'll see about that. But, first, stop worrying. I'm not planning on leaving. I did promise that I won't leave again." she whispered, eyes closing once again given how sleepy she was. Not even she, herself, didn't know how she managed to think in these circumstances, given how tired she was and how hazy she felt. "Therefore... let's just sleep for now." she murmured, cuddling closer to him.
 
(But the 'keyboard is so small and stressful!!! xD I probably shouldn't be staying up that late either, in fact I shouldn't even be RPing seeing as how I've still yet to start my two assignments due next week.... been putting them off for two weeks now xD Ah well, maybe they'll go away if I ignore them long enough)

Trent really wouldn’t have minded if Chloe couldn’t move a muscle tomorrow. Tomorrow was ages away in his mind and even then the idea of lying in bed with Chloe all day wasn’t something he’d complain about. His biggest worry there was if he’d be able to control himself if it came down to it, but then again if he couldn’t…. well, he wouldn’t complain about that either. What mattered more at the moment was how Chloe had failed to give him a definitive answer when it came to them doing it again. He’d been so sure Chloe had enjoyed it just as much as he had, but clearly something was bothering her. He was about to argue the topic but silenced himself seeing as Chloe had promised to stay with him, that’s what really mattered as that’s what brought him happiness. The sex was supposed to just be an addition, bonus pleasure tagged on the side to make his life complete. He wondered if Chloe would get mad if he admitted that he wanted her as more than just sister? He’d have to reveal his identity first for that, but in his current state of mind he couldn’t work out if that’d strengthen their bond or weaken it. It was an inferior bond, but the damage it could do was immeasurable, and it wasn’t like Chloe was threatening to leave. On the contrary if she was going to stay with him even when she didn’t know of their blood relation, was there any benefit in revealing it at all?

“Fine” he mumbled not entirely convinced. The suggestion of sleep was an appealing one, and he didn’t think he could work anything out tonight anyway. For now he had Chloe in his arms, so that’s what mattered most right? Though if he permitted himself to be greedy there was one more thing he wanted. Lifting his hand and lifting her chin up, he pecked her quickly on the lips. Smiling triumphantly down at the girl sleeping on his chest. “Fine, but letting me kiss you is part of your tenancy agreement.” He paused, remembering something he used to do all the time when they were kids, his grin weakening to a warm smile as helowered his head again, pressing his lips against her forehead. “Goodnight Chloe, sweet dreams”
 
((Qwerty keyboard. It is, indeed, a small keyboard, and it's even more annoying when it's a touchscreen, but I'm used to it already. xD
That is called procrastinating. And it affects 99.9% of the people existent on Earth. Or so I like to think. XD Either way, feel free to take a break from the roleplay if you need to work on the assignments. I don't mind (well, honestly, I do love this roleplay, so I'd be pretty sad, but I want to sound like a good person here, so shush). Either way, I'm not going anywhere.))

She did expect some disappointment given that she didn't give him a clear answer, but at least he didn't question it, because it would be certainly difficult to explain what was going on in her head. Especially since she couldn't tell him she knew about his real identity. The whole pretending deal proved to be a hard task after all, given how she had to hide many things and try to refrain from letting out her real sisterly side. In a way, she did feel bad that she couldn't tell him. A little part of her wanted to share the childhood memories with him once again. She wanted to know what happened to him in the last ten years. But, in these circumstances, she couldn't simply ask such a thing. It would be suspicious. She couldn't ask many things. Or maybe... she could. But it would have to be unrelated to their sibling relationship.

Chloe blinked repeatedly as his hand lifted her chin and then she glanced at those blue eyes of his as he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She rolled her eyes with a smile when he reminded her about the tenancy agreement. She was sure that even without such a deal, he would still steal some kisses from her, but she wasn't one to complain about it. Not now anyway. Her lips curved into a genuine smile of happiness when his lips touched her forehead, reminding her very much of the past. If she could still enjoy this brotherly side from times to times, than Chloe was sure she would be satisfied. These small things were enough to make her want to stay by his side forever. She adored to be showered with love. In fact, she craved it even more so from him. It simply made her feel all cuddly inside when he was this sweet and gentle. "Mhm... sweet dreams, Trent." she mumbled happily, closing her eyes once again to easily drift to sleep after all the exhausting activity.

It had been a lie if she said she didn't dream of the past events, though the passionate moments she shared with her older brother seemed to be more vivid in her mind even than the moment she was about to be raped. In fact, her mind struggled to shut away that frightening moment when she was about to lose her virginity to that beggar, replacing it with the passionate yet lewd dance between her and Trent. It was about the time the sun threatened to send its rays inside the room through the windows, that she woke up. At the same time, she woke up to reality, cuddled against her brother, both being in the nude, the sheets somewhat damp even now. Just like she feared it, her mind was starting to be flooded with worries. She mentally wondered how she ended up doing something like making love with Trent. Her own brother. This was so wrong. Yet, why did it have to feel so good to be this close to him? It was a torture. Biting her lower lip, she swallowed dryly and tried to push away the thoughts in the back of her mind. It wouldn't help to worry now, would it? She couldn't go back in time anyway. But, she still had to repair this. Or at least try to put an end to the much too intimate acts.

The brunette frowned when she realized how sore her body felt. Especially down 'there'. Slowly moving his hand away from her, she sat up and looked down at him, completely oblivious that she was still naked. Besides, it didn't matter now. "Trent? You awake?" she whispered, using one of her hands to fix her messy and wild hair.
 
Hearing the same response a much younger Chloe had always given him, he smiled happily, holding her close to him and closing his eyes in pure bliss. He couldn’t ask for anything more in life than this. It was hard to believe how bleak and empty his life had been only days ago, a frustrated scowl on his lips everywhere he went, he couldn’t satisfy himself no matter how hard he tried, but one little incident, one little encounter and he couldn’t wipe that stupid smile of his face. Chloe was back in his life, and she was promising to stay with him for however long he wanted her to. He should have been satisfied by that alone, but he couldn’t stop himself from being greedy, from wanting more. Sleep finally washing over and claiming his consciousness.

“Chloe, I’m nearly finished, stop rushing me” he complained as his little sister tugged on his shirt. An annoyed look on his face as he stood at a messy kitchen counter. He wasn’t annoyed at Chloe but more at himself, or rather his inability to get things right. Their father as usual had gone off for the evening to drink with friends, leaving both Chloe and Trent alone at home, it’d been a few years since their mother had passed away and most of their nights were spent ordering takeout. Being kids neither of them complained, it wasn’t like they had any alternative anyway and there were a lot of places to choose from, today should have been no different but Chloe had let slip something about wanting to eat pancakes. And despite calling up several places, Pancakes weren’t something which could be found on an evening menu. At first Trent had intended to try a few places and give up, but with each failed phone call he could sense Chloe getting more and more upset. Unable to tell his sister the truth he’d put the phone down, patting her on the head before telling her that he’d make the pancakes for her.

Of course, Trent had never even picked up a frypan before, and his only recipe was a distant faded memory of watching his mother cook as he eagerly waited for her at the dining table. Needless to say the thing he’d made didn’t even look like a pancake, The unoiled pan had gone charcoal black, and parts of the goop he’d made to were black in some parts, while completely uncooked in others, the addition of eggshells jutting out of the object only adding to its horrendous appearance. He took a quick bite of it himself and nearly spat it right back out infront of Chloe, swallowing reluctantly and shaking his head. “We’ll get pancakes first thing tomorrow morning okay?” he relented, unable to even consider making Chloe eat the rubbish he’d made. He could tell Chloe wasn’t completely happy with the verdict but he couldn’t grant her impossible wish. He didn’t have the skills required. “Men don’t need to cook” he blurted out trying to save face infront of her. “Have you ever seen dad cook anything?..... See?” he added trying to be as convincing as he could. “Men get married and have a pretty girl to cook for them, it tastes better that way anyway” he stated childishly nodding his head. “So you’ll learn to make pancakes for yourself easy, and when you do we can have a pancake party ever night!” he exclaimed trying to sounding excited as to divert her attention away from the present. He’d asked any important question after that, but just as he opened his mouth the world began to blur, something warm and soft rubbing against him making him let out a quiet little moan of happiness, he could feel the pull of something he didn’t want to acknowledge in the distance. But inside the unpleasant bubble or reality there was something that reached out to him, called his name and asked if he was awake cutely. He let out a tired groan, his body still sore as well. “Chloe I’m still sleeping….Give me a few more minutes” he complained, grabbing Chloe roughly by the arm and pulling her back over him like some blanket. “We can go get those pancakes you wanted at eight okay? “ he slurred before falling unconscious again, his chest rising and falling steadily, his mind not quite ready to return to the present yet.
 
((I'll have to admit these little backstories are hilarious. Especially because I tend to imagine every little thing. XD Trent trying to make pancakes is priceless.))

Chloe raised an eyebrow at him as he complained and groaned. She somehow wished she could be just as carefree as him, sleeping without thoughts bothering her. However, she didn't have the time to ponder on that too much, because she soon had her arm grabbed and before she knew it she was again keeping him warm with her body. She glanced at him, clueless as to what he was talking about. Pancakes? Eight? She was sure it was later than 8 AM, even without a clock to check. "I didn't ask for any pancakes, but if you insist..." she mumbled suggestively. Now that he mentioned it, she kind of felt like eating some pancakes. Too bad they didn't even had a kitchen. Leaving that matter aside, she raised her head to look at him and notice he probably didn't even hear her. Did he dream something, perhaps? Confusing reality with dreams. Well, it kind of sounded like something Trent would do. Shaking her head slightly, she sighed and simply admired his sleeping face for a little more. For once, since they reunited, he looked like an angel, looking so innocent and peaceful. He almost resembled the same little Trent she knew back when they were kids.

But, as much as she wanted to lay around all day, she still needed to wake him up. Besides, all that sweat made her feel dirty and she kind of wanted to take a shower now. And with Trent keeping a hold of her, she couldn't move. She could barely move without his clutch anyway. Even her back seemed to ache in an uncomfortable and annoying way. "Alright, sleepy head, time to wake up. Leave the dreams about pancakes aside and let me get up." she finally spoke, though she noticed her voice sounded weird and she actually had difficulties speaking too loud. She rubbed her forehead frustrated. Maybe she was a little too loud the last night. So loud that the neighbors probably heard her too. Another reason to be embarrassed with how she behaved the previous night. "C'mon Trent... You weren't feeling too good yesterday when we were out already, so you should put on some clothes before you get sick for real." she murmured again, refraining from straining her voice even more as she softly tapped his chest.
 
Slipping slowly back into sleep, he was starting settle back down into a dream had he not only permitted with a few minutes of sleep before Chloe was at it again, nagging at him for those blasted pancakes, he wondered if he could convince their father to buy some of that premade stuff, it didn’t taste as nice, but kids weren’t exactly fussy when it came to taste. He tried to ignore Chloe’s words but eventually let out a weary sigh, frowning a bit as he cracked open an eye looking around the room with a single blue eye before settling on the figure before him. His expression immediately softening. “I told you I was fine, and I’ve got you on me, you’re warmer than any silly shirt I have, and you feel a whole lot better to” he chuckled playfully, relaxing his hold on her, looking a bit dazed. Now that she mentioned it he did feel a bit dizzy, and when he lifted his head up to take a better look at Chloe his head throbbed with pain, causing him to drop his head immediately.

It felt a lot like that one time he’d been forced to drink alcohol, his head felt like it was splitting in half, and at first he thought that had been the cause of his hearing, but when Chloe spoke again, he noted her rather hoarse voice, it probably would have been a good idea to at least grab a drink before going to sleep last night, but neither of them had the energy or the mind. “Who are you and what have you done with my Chloe?” he asked, kissing her cheek lightly to show he was kidding. “You don’t fool me impostor, my girlfriend sounds a lot cuter than you do, where’d you hide her?

(Need…. Sleep…. xD Probably be back in a few hours, but I just can’t concentrate at the moment >_< Yes, a short post by me xD Enjoy it while it lasts :p Pancakes <3 I sort of want to do a flashback scene where they do a mock wedding as kids now xD)
 
((Just go and have some sleep. xD And yes, I'm going to enjoy this shorter post. Pancakes. =w= I need some pancakes now. Also, d'aww. Please do that! x3
Also, I just realized Chloe would look much cuter with long hair. Found some pictures from the same artist and the girl resembles Chloe except for the length of her hair. >w< [1], [2], [3] I should have searched for these pictures earlier. XD))

Chloe shook her head again at his answer to her scolding. "Maybe. But I'm very sure that my purpose in life isn't to act as clothing. So you don't have an excuse." she added in return. On a second glance, he looked pretty out of shape. The brunette raised an eyebrow when she saw him raise his head and then fall back in place. There was definitely something wrong with him. And now that she thought about it, there were enough things to lead to a cold. Because, unlike her, he didn't dry his hair properly, to add to it, he probably sweat a lot during the previous night's passionate love making and the room wasn't the warmest place. In fact, it was probably just a little bit warmer than outside. While he didn't feel the cold at that time, it was still a bad idea to stay in that cold naked and well, wet. She too, was sweaty, but after so many years in which she had to refrain from getting a cold, it took much more to have the sickness pin her down to bed. Without Trent around, she couldn't afford getting sick because she wasn't sure she would handle it very well by herself. The only time she got sick and Trent wasn't there, Chloe had to practically drag her weak body in the kitchen and make some warm tea, not even bothering to eat. Needless to say it took her more than a couple of days to get back in shape. And that was enough to scare her and make her realize that she needed to stay healthy no matter what.

She couldn't help but avert her eyes and slightly get redder when he noticed how weird was her voice. Nevertheless, being called his girlfriend had a rather unusually nice ring to it. Even if she wasn't supposed to encourage this, something inside her screamed with joy at the prospect of being his girlfriend. At these times, she actually cursed the fact their blood ties. Why in the world they had to be born as siblings? It was outrageous. But leaving that aside, she almost didn't notice it at first. Frowning slightly, she shifted her weight once again in a second attempt to sit up and placed her hand on his cheek. Maybe her hand was too cold, else she couldn't explain how he was so warm. "Are you sure you're feeling well?" she mumbled, before she leaned in, her forehead touching his own. "Either I'm freezing cold right here and I don't feel it, either you have a fever. And I doubt it's the first." she added, frowning in his face as if to scold him like a mother.
 
(Sort of slept, dreamt about getting on the computer and checking for posts.... >_> I might need to see a doctor about this xD Saw the three links and was like "Woo options" and then they all ended up being the same girl~ xD *Sadface* :p)

Trent had to frown at her comment at first, he was certain Chloe’s purpose in life wasn’t to be his bedwarmer, but if that wasn’t the case what was her purpose in life? What was his? And did the two lives have anything to do with each other. For starters who even delegated purposes in the first place? Letting his mind wonder over the most trivial unimportant things, he tried to force a smile at her question, at first he was going to nod his head, but the slightest movement shot an unpleasant electrical surge through his mind making him grimace, sapping any credibility his next words had, “Just a little headache, it’ll pass” he said trying to act tough. Trent hadn’t fallen sick very often over the years either, and if there was any medicine in the house it was probably expired and buried under a heap of junk in the closet. The best he could do was ignore it until it went away. It was probably just a common cold, it’d pass eventually and it wasn’t like it was life threatening or anything.

“Though if that’s how you’d treat a sick patient I’d your heart being ice cold” he smirked, the mere act of moving his lips making him feel a bit dizzy, he couldn’t let Chloe become certain something was wrong with him, which meant he’d need to do some drastic to either shift her mind, or assure her he was okay. He took a deep breathe, blocking out as much of his senses as he could before sitting up suddenly, grimacing, but showing no other signs of illness, his hand slipped around her bare back, his other grabbing her breasts and pushing her backward, squeezing it lightly in the process, he used the momentum to slide his hand down her body and beneath her thighs, picking her up once again. She seemed a lot heavier than she had been yesterday, but that was probably more his own lack of energy than anything else. “See, I’m fine” he lied, pushing off the bed and walking towards the showers with Chloe in hand. “Though I wouldn’t mind a warm bath…. A proper one today” he added, the throbbing ache in his head making him sway a bit as he walked, he couldn’t possibly make himself be in the mood for what they’d done yesterday.

“Would you get upset if I dunked you in a tub full of freezing cold water?” he asked, noticing how they’d forgotten to empty the bathtub last night, Trents apartment wasn’t very cosy to begin with, but being around a pool of water in a tiled room sent shivers up his spine. The temperature seeming to drop a few degree’s.
 
((That happens to me very often! XD And then weird things happen making me realize that it's a dream, and I'm like meeeh.
Well, I did say it resembled her, so what did you expect? Lol.))

While Chloe probably looked like the naive little sister she was in their childhood, she didn't buy his lie. It was pretty obvious he wasn't feeling well and even if he probably didn't feel it, he did have a slight fever. Needless to say she was a little worried. She could barely take care of herself when she was sick, would she even be able to help him get better? Well, it would probably be an easier task since she wasn't the one feeling weak here. However, the problem was, she doubted he had any medicine, and given that they didn't have a kitchen, there was no way she could make some tea or something warm to eat. She kind of regretted that he didn't actually find another place to live in right now. But, if it wasn't for that she probably wouldn't be here with him, anyway. Oh well. She could still give him a nudge and persuade him to find a better place than the cave they were staying in. That, if he wouldn't get some strange ideas that she's after his money after all. She sighed at her own thoughts. This was too complicated.

His blabbering only caused her to be more worried. It took her by surprise when he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arm around her back, while the other hand boldly grabbed her breasts. He kept lying and honestly, she wished she could beat him until he would stay put in bed. But no, he just had to worry her and do impossible things. "Trent, put me down! I do know when a person is sick, and you are one! You're more stubborn than a kid." she scolded again, refraining from struggling in case he would lose his balance. She gave an exasperated sigh as he still thought of things like taking a bath in his state. "Listen to me and let me down. If you don't rest I'll probably end up having to take care of a guy who collapsed in the bathroom. And there's no way I can carry you back to the bed. I'd probably have to drag you." she pointed out.

Chloe could only flinch at the mere thought of being dropped into the cold water. "If you do that... I'll make sure you won't ever get a french kiss... no, you actually won't get any kind of kiss from me for the next couple of months." she warned, figuring that this sort of threat would work well.
 
(lol, good to know I'm not going crazy xD First time it's ever happened to me, and I was actually panicking since it said all my bookmarks had been deleted, and I couldn't find any of my RP partners on the members list xD = End of the world~)

Trent let out a loud sigh as he placed her down infront of the tub, raising one hand and covering half his face with his hand. In all honesty he felt like he’d collapse then and there, his vision swerving and swaying, he actually had to support his own weight by leaning against the tub. “Fine, whatever, you caught me, I’ve got a slight fever, it’s nothing to make a fuss over” he stated, trying to defuse the angry girl before him. He didn’t want her as a sister, but there was no denying that the girl before him now was the daughter of his mother. The stern tone of voice tickling him with nostalgia, he almost blurted out their mothers name, but managed to hold his tongue, shaking his head slowly to try and shake the headache away.

“You’re too kind, you know that?” he mocked slouching over the tub and fishing his hand in the freezing cold water before pulling out the plug. “No kissing for a few months? That’d be a living hell, but if anyone else did that to you, I’d most definitely literally send them to hell” he chuckled, his mouth moving so that he could keep his mind off the pain. Chloe was right in the sense that there was no kitchen and no medicine, there really wasn’t much that could be done to help his condition, and sleeping in those damp cold sheets alone wasn’t one of them.

“Though seeing as how I’d rather not put myself through needless torture, what exactly do you want me to do princess?” he smirked, bowing his head slightly in mockery. There was the option of sending Chloe off to the local pharmacy, but there was no way he was going to let Chloe wander off on her own after what had happened yesterday. Furthermore he didn’t want to be alone again. Afraid that something would happen to Chloe and that she’d never come back. Her promise only meant Chloe had no intentions of leaving him, and didn’t factor in the possibility that her intentions might quite possibly be ignored in some sort of bigger scheme.

The best way Trent could think of keeping warm was to soak himself in a bath full of steamy water, and drying himself properly this time before changing the sheets and tucking himself away. The smart thing to do would probably be get Chloe to help him, but Chloe wasn’t his housemaid and he had no intentions of letting her act like one. Furthermore, they well still both completely naked, and the realization only caused his eyes to travel to the lower parts of her body. His fever seeming to get worse as he face went a bit red. It was all fine and well that she was making demands and acting motherly, but she wasn’t exactly all that convincing in her current attire.
 
((XD That is one hell of a dream. Or actually, a nightmare. ))

Finally, as she felt the cold floor under her feet once again, she placed her hands on her hips, giving him the same scolding look and waiting for him to say something. When he did admit that he did have a fever, she immediately gave him a 'told ya' look and was about to rant on before he started speaking again, obviously mocking her. Though, he managed to compensate with what seemed like his protective side which was sort of cute, she guessed. But that didn't change the fact that she still had something to solve.

When he added another mocking question she raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. "Well, at least you're in a good shape to make fun of me, that's for sure." she mumbled and crossed her arms against her chest. But he did have a point. She could go and buy some medicine, but seeing what happened yesterday, she wasn't sure if she had the courage to get out without Trent by her side. Besides, even if she did dared to go out, she doubted he would let her go, knowing him all so well by now. With those things in mind, she had to think of other options. And there was only one thing she could think of. "You could start with telling me where there's a spare change of sheets and a blanket and then call one of your friends to buy some medicine and maybe pay you a visit. That is, unless you want me to go and buy some." she suggested thoughtfully.

With all this pondering, she almost didn't notice where his eyes were glancing at. Getting redder all of a sudden, she frowned at him and covered as much as she could with her hands. "And, you could stop staring at my intimate parts so obviously too." she added as a matter of fact, before she hurried to her bag to look for some clothes and stopped in the middle of the way to realize she didn't have many clothes left anyway, and she still needed a shower. Given how she couldn't afford wasting her clean clothes, she looked around for any cloth and found his own shirt from the previous day. Well, that would work just well for now. Her dress from yesterday was already ruined anyway. Slipping it on her, just perfect to cover what was necessary, she then returned to his side. On the other hand, now that this was pointed out, she had to refrain from looking at his crotch to prove that it wasn't so hard to be decent. "S-so what do you prefer?" she finally questioned, regarding the options of acquiring medicines.
 
“I told you it’s nothing serious” he responded, trying to downplay the situation as much as possible, Trent was pretty convinced it wasn’t anything serious, it wasn’t like he’d caught some life threatening cold or anything. Seeing the look on her face as she thought over her options, he was convinced he wouldn’t be letting Chloe go out alone. It was one thing for him not wanting her out their alone, but he could sense that Chloe herself wasn’t too keen on wandering about by herself, and she too seem to realize how he had no intentions of letting her go.

He immediately flinched at the thought of calling his friends for help. He hadn’t spoken to most of them in awhile, and he wasn’t even sure they’d help him if he asked. More importantly, a few of his so called ‘friends’ weren’t exactly the friendly noble type, and he didn’t trust them to be anywhere near Chloe while Trent himself was in a weakened state. Though figuring that he wouldn’t be able to deny everything she suggested her reluctantly pointed at the wall separating the bathroom from the storage space on the other side. ”There should be a change of clean change of sheets in the third cardboard box on the right” he mumbled reluctantly, intentionally not mentioning anything about calling friends up. He decided he’d give it a bit of time before resorting to that option. There was always the possibility that his fever would cure itself over time.

He laughed weakly at her blushing comment, unable to do much else, he shrugged his shoulders and leaned further against the tub. “Not my fault your beautiful” he whispered in a raspy labored voice. “Plus, you’re sort of cute when you’re cross” he added, closing his eyes and trying to will the headache away, it seemed to be getting worse with each passing moment, and by the time Chloe had gotten back from dressing herself up, Trent was on the verge of collapsing. His mind balcking out sporadically, he didn’t quite catch Chloe’s question, but not wanting to worry her, he let out a weak “I’ll be fine” again before resting his head on the side of the tub, breathing heavily, he probably would have covered himself up a bit if he’d noticed Chloe staring, but he simply lacked the will power to do anything. His mind slipping swiftly into unconsciousness, it was seeming more and more likely that Chloe would have to do exactly what she’d feared she’d have to do earlier, and eventually end up dragging Trent back to bed.
 
Despite his constant assurance, Chloe couldn't trust him. She knew he was probably hiding that he didn't feel well so she wouldn't get too worried, but it didn't take a genius to see that he was sick. If in their childhood Trent was the one to worry about Chloe at the time she got really sick, now it was probably the time the roles would switch. And if she had to be honest, now she understood what he went through and felt sorry for him, given how anxious she was at the thought that Trent may just collapse any minute and there was no way she could even move him in bed, or help him properly.

The fact that he was taking so long to answer made her think that he probably didn't have so many friends as she thought. Well, not that she had any. Besides, it was probably in their blood to be this reluctant to trusting other people, or maybe it was just their childhood twisted by their father that caused them to become what they were today. Most likely. The brunette nodded as she finally got some sort of an answer, but not enough. He did tell her where the clean sheets were, but he didn't seem to want to bring up the friends subject. Either it was that theory she had, either it was something else going on here. But either way, she still needed to do something before it would get worse.

Smiling slightly at his compliment and at the same time rolling her eyes, she made her way to the third cardboard and took out what she needed to change the 'dirty' sheets with clean ones, trying to be as quick as possible in case he would God forbid faint while she wasn't there. Thus, ignoring the aching in her back and in the other parts of her body, she swiftly replaced the sheets and then returned with the stained ones in the bathroom to put them away. Just as she turned to look at him, she noticed he was quieter and he seemed to breath heavily. "You're not fine at all." she mumbled mostly to herself, moving over to check his temperature again using her hand this time. "You need to call someone. I'm serious, Trent... You have a high fever." she spoke softly yet seriously, expression showing her concern. She would do anything right now just to get rid of his fever. She was suddenly getting more and more worried, fearing the worst and clueless as to what to do first.
 
He was fine. He had to be. Okay, maybe he’d gotten a bit carried away over the past two days, but he didn’t think things would end up this bad. It was clear from the tone of Chloe’s voice that she didn’t believe him at all, and he himself knew that he wasn’t putting up a very convincing appearance, his throat feeling awfully dry, he could feel a dull aching sensation spreading through his chest, and the headache wasn’t getting any better any time soon. He could understand that he needed rest, but the idea of calling someone really didn’t appeal to him. The mere idea of Chloe hanging out with another man made him feel jealous even in his current state, and the possibility that he’d be betrayed by someone he considered a friend was trivial in comparison to the pain and suffering they might cause Chloe. Trent had never been very trusting of people from an early age, always preferring to spend time with Chloe over his actual friends. Friends were unreliable, and turned on you the moment it suited them, Chloe on the other hand was always there for him, and he trusted that she’d always been on his side no matter what happened.

Groaning as he lifted himself up, he barely heard Chloe repeat the need to call someone as his senses seemed to shut down from the intense pain. His body swaying dangerously once before he lost his footing and swerved to the side, crashing into the wall and letting out an annoyed grunt. The impact itself hadn’t been much, but knowing that Chloe had probably seen him was what annoyed him the most. But even then he forced a small smile, trying to assure Chloe that he was fine. “Haha lost my footing” he joked, holding his hand to his head, between enduring the pain, and putting Chloe at risk, the choice was clear. There was no way he’d call anyone, this room, as shabby and dull as it was was his personal space with Chloe, and having some trespass on it for any reason didn’t sit well with him. “I’m not calling anyone, I’ll be fine Chloe, just need to rest a bit” he stated stubbornly, trying to get his footing right while leaning on the whole, his feet felt oddly numb and his vision was getting worse and worse, his body just wanting to collapse on the spot and rest up. Perhaps carrying Chloe and acting tough hadn’t been a good idea after all?

His eyes flickered towards the door for a moment, or rather towards the scattering of junk beside the basin by the door where he kept his mobile, a small black fashionable phone that he’d been gifted with a few years ago, he didn’t have the energy or strength of mind to walk over and grab it anyway, and seeing as how his address book was filled with mostly women, including his ex’s he didn’t want Chloe to see it either.
 
(And finally finished. Damned touchscreen. uwu)
Chloe frowned as he stubbornly kept denying what she was saying, when he was clearly too sick to even stay on his feet. Once he did lose his footing, she almost gasped, thinking that he would lose his conscious. Alright, no more listening to what he was saying. If he didn't want to be 'a good kid', she would just act without his consent. Besides, it wasn't a crime to forcefully help him. At such times, Chloe had to admit that he was more stubborn than a child. She never thought that Trent would one day act more childish than his own younger sister. On another hand, she was still quite curios as to why would he be so against calling a friend. After all, as much as they resembled each other in some aspects, she could swear that he would at least have one friend. Hell, he was a model. There had to be at least one colleague or someone from work he was close to.

"Next time you try lying so stubbornly I'l make sure you'll regret it. Stop trying to fool me. I'm not a kid anymore." she scolded even if he probably didn't hear her. Moving towards him, she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her own shoulders to support his weight as muh as she could, at least until he would reach the bed. "At least try to keep conscious a little more." she added, helping him towards the bed, before she noticed where he was looking. And there it was. The so much needed mobile. "Good." she mumbled to herself, hurrying to tuck him under the blankets, so she could go and get the phone.

It took her another minute to realize why else would he be like this. Trent did get pretty angry yesterday even from the mere suggestion that she could always flirt with someone else. Was he still bitter about it? Or was it... jealousy? Well, the latter one kinda made sense. She was just about to walk over to snatch the mobile when she turned around to look at him once more. She shook her head. No, she couldn't be amused in this situation. Once she got it, she returned to his side, and decided that she would at least ask him who to call as to not call the worst person possible. "Want me to call a random person? Or will you just do as I say?" she questioned, or more like warned so he would give up on his stubborness. "Also, if you're by any chance worried about me flirting with your friends, I'll let you know I'm not that kind of person. So, there's no reason to be stubborn at the wrong time." she assured him, gently brushing his hair with her fingers.
 
He never thought the day would come when he actually didn’t want to hear Chloe’s voice. He knew she was just being caring, but every little sound within the room seemed to echo impossibly loudly, straining his sense of hearing, he was confident right now that he’d be able to hear a pin drop on the otherside of the room. “I’m not lying… It’s nothing…. Really” he slurred, grabbing his head in hopes that holding his head would dampen the pain. Chloe certainly wasn’t a kid anymore, last night had taught him that much, but regardless of her age, he didn’t feel comfortable showing weakness infront of her. Before, when they’d both been living with their father, he had to be the strong invincible brother who could always be relied on….. He guessed that side of him hadn’t died off completely, it was just that now, Chloe was smart enough to see right through his obvious lies.
Feeling Chloe moving close to him, he turned his head curiously, hoping she wouldn’t start yelling at him or anything, he flinched when she reached for his arm, at first trying to pull away as her body felt awfully good to touch, the cool skin being a pleasure to touch considering how his entire body felt like it’d be set on fire. Having his arm forcefully wrapped around Chloe, he tried to pull away regardless, realizing just how weak he was when he couldn’t even push Chloe away, he let out a weary sigh before accepting her help. Trying to support as much of his own weight as possible so as to not cause Chloe any trouble, he was pretty sure Chloe wouldn’t be able to move at all if he leaned on her completely.
Being led to the bed, he refused to lie down, sitting on the edge of the bed holding his head, he only just realized that the sheets had been changed, and was about to thank Chloe when he saw her return to his side holding a small little black object. His mind taking a few seconds to realize just what she was holding, his eyes widened in shock before he abruptly stood up, grabbing at Chloe and trying to steal the phone out of her hand before she could look inside. His body however hadn’t liked the way he’d moved suddenly, and protested by shooting an unbearable amount of pain to his mind. Trent could feel his vision darkening as his feet gave out underneath him. His hand grabbing at Chloe’s arm for support, she wasn’t strong enough to hold him up, and instead ended up being tossed onto the bed behind Trent before Trent collapsed ontop of her unconscious. His naked body weighing down on her fully. She’d managed to keep the phone in her hand, but now she was pinned beneath his full weight, unable to push him off, Trent was out cold too, and showed no signs of waking up anytime soon.
 
Chloe was obviously surprised when he suddenly got up on his feet and looked as if he was going to attack her or something similar, before she noticed he was trying to get the mobile in her hand. Needless to say she kept a hold of it tightly, figuring that once he would take it, he might not give it back and just let her without any other way of calling for someone to help him out. However, she never thought it would lead to actually ending up in a worse situation. Her eyes shot wide open when she felt that he was losing his balance, grabbing her arm and causing her to be tossed on the bed. And before she knew it, he had dropped unconscious. Unfortunately, not in any other way, but on her, meaning she couldn't quite move. It was at this point that she figured her small body was something very inconvenient.

"Trent... Trent? Trent!" she attempted to make him conscious again by lightly tapping his cheeks. She gave a long desperate sigh of worry and decided that the left option was to call somebody. Anybody. Thus, she randomly picked someone from the list of contacts, not even bothering to look at the name. Besides, what was most important was to do something. And she couldn't do a thing with Trent being unconscious and pinning her in place. "C'mon, c'mon... answer..." she mumbled hurriedly, getting impatient with every ring and no answer. She bit her lip as she mentally prayed that the said person would answer. Though, if she had to look at the weird circumstances, she would probably end the call. If someone did arrive for help he or she would be up for a surprising sight, given how she was pinned down by a naked unconscious guy, while she was still only dressed with a shirt. His shirt. This somehow seemed like a joking scene. But she couldn't really think about that now, could she? His health was more important. And, at least the sheets are clean.
 
(lol, I was reading the last few sentences and going "Hey, it might look awkward but... "At least the sheet are(were) clean"" xD)

With Trent laying motionless ontop of her, she couldn’t even elicit a groan from Trent as she prodded his cheek. The red head quite clearly unwilling to wake up, Chloe was forced to take the only option she had, calling for help. Unfortunately for her, the call ended up going to a message bank. The person either unable or unwilling to pick up, she’d get the same reaction from the next few numbers, some even going as far as declining the call. Trent could never be bothered clearing his address book of past contacts, and a lot of them were ex girlfriends, ex’s which had usually broken up with him in a very undesirable way. Not very many women took being used as a substitute well, and Trent’s unwillingness to love them for who they were only added to the deal breaking fact that Trent had been dating them purely on looks.

It wasn’t until she got to the name ‘Chris’ that the phone finally connected, a pause on the other side of the phone before a male voice responded. “Morning Trent, had fun last night huh?” the voice asked cheerfully, completely oblivious that it was Trent on the other side of the line. “Gave you my number like…. 3 years ago, and this is the first time you’ve called, what’s the occasion?” the voice continued, his tone giving off the impression that the guy liked the sound of his own voice. He seemed friendly enough though, and judging from the past few attempts, could very much be the only person on the list that would pick up.
 
((Oops. You're right. XD Yep. You always notice those details. And short posts incoming! Just because they're convenient in these circumstances so to speak. c: ))

Chloe got angrier and angrier with every call. Either they weren't picking up, either her calls were rejected, either it was a wrong number. Just what else could go wrong? In the end, she had to take every single contact and try it out. She swore she was going to clean up his contact list if he wasn't going to do it. She couldn't see any use in keeping some numbers for nothing. While she attempted to call someone else, she periodically checked his forehead. To her dismay, he had the same fever, if not worse. "A person... one single person... that's all I'm asking for." she mumbled to herself, before she frowned and closed her eyes, rubbing her own forehead.

The brunette almost gasped of happiness when someone finally seemed to answer her desperate calls. Though, she remained just as silent as before when she heard the first question. She wasn't sure what to think of what he just said, but decided that she would question Trent about it when he would feel better. She was just about to speak when she heard the voice on the other end again, realizing just how 'friendly' her brother was. The only one person who answered from the contacts list, and yet he didn't seem to have talked with Trent for 3 years. Well, leaving that aside... "Actually, it's not Trent. But that's why I'm calling. He is pretty sick. No, actually he's so sick that he just fell unconscious. And I wouldn't be calling if I didn't really need the help, but... I'm kinda stuck here... due to some circumstances... Would you be so kindly as to buy some medicines and help me out here? That is, if you know where he is living, of course... I'd be in your debt if you did that." she spoke, wondering if her voice still sounded so hoarse as earlier.
 
(Eh? I wasn't actually pointing out a flaw xD I just used "are" because the comment in the quotations was what I was thinking, in all honesty I think 'were' would be the correct term to use if you're writing in third person xD)

Upon hearing that the person calling wasn’t Trent but some girl, Chris went quiet, seemingly a bit disappointed that it wasn’t actually Trent who’d called. He listened quietly to Chloe’s request before chuckling on the other end of the line, finding humor in what Chloe had just said, he couldn’t help but jab a joke her way. “You sure it’s not just fatigue? I mean it sounded like you drained him pretty badly last night… or at least I’m guessing it was you, you’re Chloe right?” the voice asked casually, “You’ve got a beautiful moan” he added, before thumping his hand against the wall. The sound coming from both the phone and the wall on Chloe’s left. The one person she’d managed to get ahold of just happened to be Trent’s neighbor. A neighbor who’d clearly heard them making out last night, and a neighbor who wasn’t modest enough to pretend he didn’t know about it.

“I’d be glad to help, wouldn’t mind having that anti-social red head indebted to me after all, any sort of medicine you’re looking for in particular?” the voice asked, suddenly sounding a bit more serious. “Actually nevermind, I’ll just bring over the basics, see you in a few secs” the voice said before hanging up. A knock echoing through the room a few seconds later, “Delivery, open up~” the voice called from the other side of the door, trying the handle but finding it locked, Chris knocked again, seemingly impatient. “Chloe? Hello?~”
 
(Just... just let's leave it at that. =w=; Also, I couldn't have thought of such a hilarious coincidence. The neighbor. Good one. XD)

Chloe frowned, confused as to why would this person laugh at her request when she was damn serious. At his first question she was about to assure him it wasn't fatigue, but then she went completely red with embarrassment. "How...?" she barely managed to mumble, unable to comprehend how would this particular guy know about what she and Trent did the previous night? Needless to say she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it when he 'complimented her moans'. She was speechless, embarrassed and shocked, and before she knew it, she heard a noise coming from the wall to her left. She suddenly went pale. From all the people out there, she called one of the neighbors. No doubt it could get worse.

She couldn't answer even if he yelled at her. Thus, it was just perfect that he decided what to do on his own and hang up. Closing her eyes and rubbing the bridge of her nose, she tried her best to forget this 'little detail'. Alright, she could endure the embarrassment. Just for Trent's sake. She nodded to herself as if to reassure her own spirit and then she suddenly heard a knock at the door. Never mind. The fact that he heard everything the previous night was embarrassing enough. She had to put some clothes on her, and maybe on Trent too. "Just a m-minute! Um... Have to find the keys!" she called out, struggling to free herself from Trent's weight, ending up on the floor in a very funny way and almost stumbling as she made her way to her bag to pull out some underwear and some pants maybe. She almost wanted to scream Evrika! when she found some panties and a pair of red shorts. Quickly slipping them on, she then hurried to find something for Trent too. "Underwear, underwear... where does he keep it?" she mumbled under her breath.

When Chloe did finish what she intended, meaning putting some clothes on her and actually managing to put a pair of boxers on Trent (one of the most awkwardest and hardest tasks possible), she took the keys and unlocked the door, visibly a little bit tired from the hurry in which she tried to do all those things. "Sorry, Trent must have hid the keys by mistake." she mumbled an excuse as soon as she opened the door.
 
(lol, dressing Trent xD Awkwardest moment indeed xD)

Chris tapped his foot impatiently, slightly annoyed at how long it was taking Chloe to do something as simple as opening the door, he hadn’t exactly dressed for the chilly cold outside, and had to rub his exposed arms a few times to keep warm. Dressed in black track pants, and a black tanktop that left his midriff exposed, he was about to go back and get a jacket or something when Chloe finally opened the door. A look of surprise on his face as he came face to face with a girl that seemed a bit younger than him. His hazel eyes staring at her suspiciously as he’d honestly expected someone a bit older. “Chloe?” he asked as if to confirm her identity. “I’m Chris, we just talked over the phone?” he continued, holding up a small box full of medicinal supplies, his frown had pretty much disappeared by now, instead replaced with a friendly cheerful smile that complimented his features nicely.

“Wouldn’t mind letting me in would you? Sort of cold out here” he suggested, peeking inside to see a pretty much naked Trent sprawled on the bed. His smile turning into a full blown grin when he saw the embarrassed look on Chloe’s face. “Guess it isn’t just fatigue, though you probably should keep it down a bit from now on, pretty sure the entire complex heard you guys last night” he teased, walking to Trent’s beside and placing the box of medicine on the floor beside the bed before motioning Chloe to rummage through it. “Though I guess I can’t blame him, I figured you were cute from your voice, but I didn’t think this cute, Trent really got lucky this time huh?” he asked glancing around the room curiously as it was the first time he’d ever been inside. The room wasn’t much different from his own, but it seemed a bit… empty? “Wish I could say it was a nice place, but I guess that’d be going too far” he chuckled, leaning on the wall and watching Chloe as she continued to do whatever it was she was doing. Chris really did enjoy hearing his own voice, and the quieter his partner was, the more he’d talk. “How old are you anyway Chloe? You look pretty young, let me take a guess? Eighteen? Barely legal?” he joked, “You don’t look older than me, but I’ll accept nineteen, any older and I demand you share with me the secret of looking so young” he continued, running his fingers through his blond hair, and scratching the back of his head as he waited. “Need help with anything? I can go out on an errand for you if you want, though if you want me to buy anything you’re going to have to hand over some cash, sort of penniless at the moment” he laughed, pulling his empty pockets out to emphasize his point.
 
(Chloe will probably complain about that and many other things once he's well. XD All because 'Trent was a bad kid'. )

Chloe could only nod as he probably wanted to check her identity. Well, now that she thought about it, it was kind suspicious for her, who was pretty much younger with about seven years compared to Trent, to be his girlfriend. Alright, this was even worse than she thought initially, Not only was the man who deflowered her the one and only brother of hers, but she wasn't even the so called legal age for this. Trent could actually be accused of corrupting a minor so to speak. Aside from the fact that they were siblings. These things kind of gave her something to ponder on, after all. Either way, she returned her attention to the young man in front of her, nodding once again as he introduced himself. Or at least what seemed like an introduction given that she never paid attention to the name of who she called earlier.

"Oh, yeah, sure! Come in." she quickly invited him in given that it was really cold outside, surprisingly, colder than inside the cave itself. Then again, he too, wasn't dressed properly for the cold weather. The brunette stepped aside and closed the door after him, before he mentioned how the whole complex probably heard them going at it the other night. Yep. She just wished she could dig a hole and hide in it in shame. While the last night this wasn't her biggest concern, now it was one, causing her to lower her head a little to hide the quite red face. Of course, her priority was still Trent, so she quickly moved to find the needed medicines in the box he brought as soon as he placed it down.

Rummaging in it, she did find something good for a cold, but now the question was, if his was a mere cold. Well, at least something for the fever would be good for now. She almost flinched when he started talking again. God, he was very talkative. While she appreciated compliments, she didn't quite felt alright with this. Trent was unconscious, and if by any chance something like yesterday would happen... she didn't want to think of how Trent would react this time. After that incident when she was almost raped, she was now a little more distrustful of guys for some reason. Well, except for Trent. But she had her own doubts about the others now. She left him to talk by himself until he questioned her age, actually freezing for a short moment. "I'll be nineteen next month." she lied, hoping he would believe her. She wasn't so stupid as to give away her age and put herself and Trent in useless danger.

When he did question whether he could help or not, she stood on her feet, placing the medicines aside for now. "Could you help me shift him a little? Even if he's not conscious for the moment, I'm still sure that he's not in the best position possible and it might cause him to breath heavily. That, and I still need to give him some pills and I can't do it if he's laying like this." she explained, scratching the back of her head, before she realized the love bites from the previous night were now pretty visible. She mentally scolded Trent for that, seeing how she couldn't hide them all that well, even with the collar of his shirt. She let out a small sigh.
 
(Chloe: You have no idea how hard it was to put clothes on you.
Trent: Yeah I’m sorry, I know you like me better when I’m naked, must have been torture)

Chris watched her suspiciously as she told him her age. It wasn’t impossible to believe, but she was already short and looked a bit young for a seventeen year old. Adding an additional two years on top of that was pushing it, and Chris could sort of figure out she was hiding something from the hopeful tone in her voice which seemed to want him to believe what she’d told him. He would have pointed it out too if it weren’t for the adorably cute blush on her face as she lowered her head in an attempt to hide her face from him. “Right, nineteen next month” he repeated rolling his eyes a bit before taking a few steps closer to her, perhaps too close to her, before peering over at Trent, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah… I’m not an expert doctor or anything, but leaving a sick patient to sleep on their stomach can’t be good for him, best flip him over before he suffocates or something” he laughed, somehow finding humor in his own remark. He was still wearing that idiotic smile he’d been wearing since arriving.

“Fine, but that’s two favors you owe me, the medicine isn’t a big deal, but making me touch a naked guy is gonna cost you big Chloe” he said moving over to the otherside of the bed, before grabbing Trent by the shoulders and pulling him over onto his back. “I’ll let you off with lunch together” he winked playfully, before laughing at her expression. “Better make that lunch together after you break up with Trent, guess I’m not too keen on being killed by your vengeful boyfriend just yet. Plus, I can tell that you’ve been cautious of me ever since I came in here” he stated swirling a finger in the air to indicate the room. “Sort or rude of you to be so on edge around me when you’re the one that called me here don’t you think? I mean, I’m not too fussed over it, but you’re lucky I’m a nice guy else I probably would have stormed off by now. ”

Pausing for a moment to let his words sink in, he shrugged his shoulders, and made his way over to the basin(kitchen) grabbing a glass and filling it with tap water before emptying the contents down his throat, probably to wet his throat from all the talking. “And I’d prefer if you didn’t lie to me either, you’re not eighteen are you?” he asked casually, not really sounding too upset since Trent clearly was older, and even an idiot knew the laws regarding their relationship. “Don’t sweat it, I lost my virginity long before I was eighteen to a woman twice my age. Don’t know about your sleeping prince there but I can pretty much guarantee he didn’t wait until he was eighteen either.” He chuckled, scratching his head, “Be honest with me Chloe, how old are you, 15? 16? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you something you really want right now” he said knowingly, as if he knew exactly what Chloe would want.
 
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