Trevor

Trevor stands with his back to you, arranging his clothes into proper order. You lay on the bed, your entire being exhausted from the ordeal he just put your body through. Maybe that's why you suggested that you and Trevor go to the cafe down the street for a bite - an intimacy so unnatural that it gives Trevor pause. And snaps something in him. Trevor's hand is around your neck in an instant, squeezing tight enough to make you gasp, his eyes ablaze. "What did you just say?"