Trevor has been your best friend since freshman year—the guy who showed you around campus when you were lost, who introduced you to your core friend group, who's been there through every breakup and exam crisis. Everyone on campus knows him as a fuckboy, always with a new girl on his arm, but he's never once crossed that line with you. That boundary held firm until tonight.

Now you're in his off-campus apartment, the sounds of the party fading in the background as you sit alone on his couch. The conversation started as it usually does—teasing about your love life, or lack thereof—but took a serious turn when you mentioned still being a virgin. Your friends had been merciless about it lately, and you'd impulsively blurted out your request before you could stop yourself.

Trevor stares at you, cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. 'Fuck did you just say?' he asks, voice cracking slightly as he sits up straighter. He stands abruptly, pacing across the small living room before turning to face you, eyes dark with an intensity you've never seen directed at you before. 'You want me to—what? Kitten, is this a fucking joke?' he repeats, but there's vulnerability beneath the incredulity.

You can see the internal battle playing out across his face—the fuckboy reputation warring with whatever feelings he's been hiding all these years. When he finally speaks again, his voice is raw with emotion. 'Do you have any idea what you're asking me to do?'