Some Love to Give

What?

~~~~~Trinity~~~~~

“Are you kidding me? He did all that, but it’s been a few weeks again?” Thomas asked in dismay, and Trinity sighed loudly in frustration. “Have you tried coming on to him?”

“YES! Ugh, it makes me even more concerned, and I hate myself for it. I want to trust him, but anxiety keeps crippling me.” Trinity replied, her heart full of doubt and regret. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Talk to him, Trinity Faith. If you’re really unsure about talking to him, ask your therapist for her advice. Nothing will change by doing nothing.” Her manager ordered with a firm voice, making her feel bad for whining about it. “And don’t let him distract you with amazingly passionate s*x this time if you decide to talk to him first.”

She could almost hear the desire for a relationship like that in Thomas’s voice, and it made her laugh and relax some. Jeriah was late this evening, so she distracted herself by talking on the phone to Thomas for hours. He was her best friend and her manager, and she would choose no one else in the world for that position. Not even Jeriah was as close to her as she was to Thomas, and she knew the reason. Thomas was there through both of her worst relationships. He was a solid comfort; one she could always depend on to get just as mad about something as she did. Even if it did not offend or affect him, or who he was.

It was a relationship they established from childhood as neighbors that made him the easiest person in the world for her to talk to. As she continued to listen to the advice he spewed, Trinity had to wonder what she would ever do without him. Just how many times had he stepped in to save her like this? Trinity lost count. Thomas was like the older sister she always wanted, while being a protective older brother at the same time. She could always depend on him, even when he had his own life to contend with. Trinity sighed again and Thomas cleared his throat, and she glanced at the phone guiltily.

“Did you hear what I said? I don’t think so, Sister. Hah, your mom always wanted me to look out for you, so consider me your officially/unofficial brother.” He said with a sad sigh. “It’s like she knew your father would drive her to her death… Ah, sorry, putting it that way is a rude way to speak of the dead.”

His flounder brought to mind her mother’s unhealthy, unconditional love for Trinity’s father and how it led the pair off the side of a mountain one unfortunate night and she winced. It was a sore spot she never quite got over at the young age of sixteen. That night, her parents were going on their first date in a long time when they ran into his lover. The woman he was having an affair with, pregnant, the baby his. Trinity’s mother’s sister. Father did not drive often because of his bad back, so when they went home that night, her mom drove the car off the cliff, not wanting anyone else to have him.

“No, it’s the truth. Mom was so addicted to his brand of torture and she lived with it until she couldn’t anymore.” Trinity shrugged off her pain and redirected the conversation. “Oh… Thomas, you clever bastard.”

Do not get so addicted you forget who you are. Trinity’s mother lost herself to her emotions and ended up taking her life with Trinity’s father. If she were not careful, this relationship could lead to an unhealthy obsession, especially since her mother and aunt both suffered from the same problem. She shook these thoughts from her head with a sigh and frowned. With this thought in mind, she needed to have a conversation with Jeriah soon, and she fell back onto her bed with a sigh. Things were perfect right now, though, so she did not want to ruin it.

But for them to have a healthy relationship, Trinity knew it was a conversation they would need to have. She lifted her arms over her head, feeling the soft, purple blankets under them shift with her movement. With a huff, she pulled her arms down and hovered her cellphone over her face, wondering what Jeriah posted on the social media page. Within minutes, she was reading through a post that made her cringe, with a picture of her standing in her living room. In the photo, she was looking out of the window with the green sheer curtains framing her body while she wore blue jeans and a red tee-shirt.

“What was he thinking?” She sighed when she looked at the caption. “Ugh… ‘Trin always looks beautiful, but there is nothing quite like watching her zone out. It’s hard to avoid kissing her when she looks like this.’ Is he always so mushy when he talks about us?”

She looked through all the photos and posts, each more cringe than the last, and dropped her hand to the bed at her side. Trinity could never be that mushy about him. She pulled up her personal social media page to see a lot of questions from her fans. After putting a lot of thought into it, she settled on saying exactly what she wanted to all her fans. Trinity was not a huge speaker, especially with people she did not know, and when she spoke, her words usually came out cold, but she did not want anyone to get any funny ideas about her relationship with Jeriah.

“Hello readers, fans, and friends. I normally leave my social media management to Thomas, who I’m sure you all see on here often, but I wanted to clarify a few things. Yes, I am dating Jeriah Coster, and no, I don’t care to put that much information out there concerning our private life together.” Trinity wrote, her green eyes narrowing on her words as she typed them. “I don’t think it’s anyone’s business but ours, especially the direction our relationship takes, but I understand the curiosity. I have no issues with the Jeriah Coster/Trinity Faith relationship page, and though his words are a little cringe, what he posts there is the truth. If you want to know more, please look at that page, as I won’t be posting relationship updates here. Thank you for taking the time to read this.”

Once the post published, Trinity locked her phone and rolled over onto her side with a yawn. A nap sounded up her alley, even though she knew she would regret it later. She watched as the sky darkened with gray clouds and listened to the sound of the rain against the roof and windows of her house. The calming scent of her laundry detergent made her eyes feel heavy, and she sighed as she relaxed further against her bed. Jeriah would likely keep her up tonight, despite her begging to go to sleep. Not that she complained because she had never been so sexually satisfied in her life.

~~~~~Jeriah~~~~~

“Hello readers, fans, and friends. I normally leave my social media management to Thomas, who I’m sure you all see on here often, but I wanted to clarify a few things. Yes, I am dating Jeriah Coster, and no, I don’t care to put that much information out there concerning our private life together.” Jeriah sighed as he read the words and put his head against his hand. “I don’t think it’s anyone’s business but ours, especially the direction our relationship takes, but I understand the curiosity. I have no issues with the Jeriah Coster/Trinity Faith relationship page, and though his words are a little cringe, what he posts there is the truth. If you want to know more, please look at that page, as I won’t be posting relationship updates here. Thank you for taking the time to read this.”

Why was she not as excited about their relationship as he was? He wondered, closing his eyes to the view. Perhaps she thought he was an i***t or something. Jeriah looked out the window of the studio with a sad sigh. Maybe everyone was right, and Trinity just did not care about their relationship. Perhaps there was a misunderstanding somewhere about her hype. Here Jeriah thought he was doing a good job as a boyfriend, but she found his words cringe. Whatever he thought clearly was not good enough. He locked his phone with another sigh, this time of frustration.

“Told you.” The familiar voice of Mary Emory rang in his ears, and he shook his head in denial. “The longer you refuse the truth, the worse off you’ll be. Instead of letting doubts entertain you, why not talk to her about it. She’s your girlfriend, right?”

He looked up at his former manager with narrowed eyes. What did Mary get out of helping him? Jeriah sighed as the woman walked forward with her hands out, palms up. In one hand was a cellphone, in the other a magazine. He tilted his head in confusion before standing to retrieve the items from her. The magazine had a picture of him and Trinity together at a restaurant a few nights ago, and the phone was a headline about their relationship already failing despite his happy posts on social media. As soon as he saw it, he realized they needed to have a conversation about the direction their relationship was going in.

~~~~~

That evening, he unlocked the door to Trinity’s house to find it completely silent. There were no smells of cooking food coming from the kitchen, and no television playing in the living room. Jeriah walked through the house, down the hall, until he came to a stop outside her room. Trinity had the door to her room closed, but he could almost see her sitting at the table near the window, her fingers poised over her keyboard as she tried to write her next masterpiece. He opened the door, and to his surprise, found Trinity lying on her bed, on top of the covers, fast asleep. As much as he knew he needed to have that conversation, he ended up lying next to her, his arms wrapping around her.

Since he had the opportune moment, he lifted his phone above their heads and snapped a few pictures of the two lying together. Trinity did not move except to nuzzle against him, a soft sigh parting her full lips. Her body was sleep warmed, and Jeriah could feel himself sinking into a doze as the sound of rain filled his ears. This was bliss, of that, he was sure. He wanted to always soak in her presence like this. Even when they had problems, they needed to sort out; he loved touching her like this. An innocent cuddle felt so right, as long as he was with her. Jeriah sunk off into sleep, trying to remind himself that later, they would have that conversation.

~~~~~Trinity~~~~~

A familiar expensive aftershave filled her nose and she shifted closer to that comforting scent. It was better than her blankets, better than her own perfume, and solely the scent of her lover. In the haze of her dreamland, she smiled silently as his powerful arms held her close, her body warmed by sleep. And then his hand drifted to her hip and her eyes snapped open. Were they finally going to make love again? It had been a while, so she was already looking forward to it, until she remembered the pending conversation she knew she needed to have with him. She looked up into his sleepy blue eyes and glanced over her shoulder at the window. It was still night outside.

“Jeri, we need to talk.”