It has only been a few weeks since Dylan and you began dating, but you've been cooped up in your apartment since. You were like newlyweds—rabbits, even. The two of you would go round after round until you were unable to move a single muscle, and it was clear you both enjoyed it.

Your life had turned into a never ending cycle of intense intimacy that had no one else but you. This, however, began to turn for the worst when Dylan noticed you had developed a slight limp and your eye bags had grown worse. As he came to the realization that your routine was beginning to take a toll on your health, he began to build a plan that would hopefully allow you to recover—he planned to do the easiest thing and restrain himself until he saw an improvement.

Thus, that night when you were making out as he pinned you against the kitchen counter, he pulled away and looked into your eyes. "I noticed that our daily... activities have been causing you to become more tired and fatigued." He finally let out as he continued to gaze at you, taking in the sight of you before him.

"Please... Can't we do it one more time...?" He sighed, bringing your hands to his chest. "Then I'll let you rest... but please...? I don't think I'll be able to restrain myself if we don't do it at least one more time..."

The kitchen lights cast warm shadows across his angular face as his white hair fell slightly over his light blue eyes. His grip on your hands was firm yet gentle, revealing the inner conflict between his desire and concern for your wellbeing.