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2 days later
I just got back from my morning workout, Tobias worked late last-night so he slept in. I walk through the halls of the apartment complex; exhausted. I ran 6 miles, and also practiced on the punching bag for a while. I look at my watch and see that it's 11:45. I hope Tobias made breakfast already, because working out can give you a huge appetite.

I struggle to get the keys from my bag: my hands are shaking from working out. When I get the door unlocked I stumble in, drop my bag on the floor and go to the kitchen to get some water. I see some pancakes cooking on a pan, so Tobias must be awake. I plop down on the couch and take big gulps of water, sweat pouring down my forehead. The smell of the pancakes is creeping into the living room.

Alright, time for a shower. I look for Tobias to tell him I'm back and I find him getting dressed in the bedroom. I can't help but stare at his perfect torso, and tattooed back. He's beautiful. I think. And he's mine.

"Hey I'm back," I say walking towards the dresser to get clothes.

"Hey," he says walking over to me and planting a kiss on my lips. "I started breakfast," he adds.

"Thank you, I was starving!" I smile up at him.

"How was your workout?" He asks.

"Good. Exhausting. The usual." I reply. He chuckles.

"Well take a quick shower while I finish breakfast." He kisses me more deeply, and then suddenly pulls back. "Crap! The pancakes." He has a worried expression. I laugh as he runs out of the bedroom.


"A little burnt, but they're still good." I say with a smirk.

"It's your fault for being so beautiful and giving me no choice but to kiss you," he says with a smirk.

I make a funny face and Tobias laughs. "I can't help but be perfect," I say.

Tobias has made me feel better about myself ever since we were together. Everyday he tells me I'm beautiful, and everyday I've started to believe it more. I don't care if Peter or anyone else thinks I'm ugly. All that matters is what Tobias thinks. He makes me feel good about myself. Without him I wouldn't be this happy. Without me he would probably be in factionless and unhappy. We need each other to be each other. I can't live without him and he can't live without me. I am his and he is mine.

I grab some cantaloupe and add it to my plate. I also grab some bacon and dig in.

"Someone's hungry..." Tobias jokes.

"Well while you and your lazy butt were sleeping, I was doing something called exercise." I reply.

"Sleeping is a exercise. You burn calories while you sleep," he says.

"Ok!" I laugh, "if you say so."

"It's true!" He replies. "Anyway, what do you want to do today?"

"Agh. I feel lazy today. Why don't we just stay in?" I groan.

"Well in that case I know what we could do," he says with a smirk. We always talk about being intimate, but not sexually. He knows I'm not ready.

"Well that's our to do list I guess." I say with a smile.


Tobias and I are currently watching an old show on tv called Tom and Jerry. It's one of my favorite shows from the past. All the culture from the past is fascinating. They were free to be whoever they wanted to be. Do whatever they wanted to do. Not have to hide themselves to survive. They didn't have to worry about being divergent.

When the show ends, Tobias turns off the tv and turns to me.

"What do you wanna do now?"

I don't say anything I just kiss him. And as fast as I kissed him, he kisses back with the same force. When our lips collide I never want to pull back. Sparks ignite and something else too, love.

My legs are draped around his waist as he's sitting on the couch. His arms are pulling me closer to him, removing the small amount of space between us. He kisses down my neck, so I can breathe. I sigh when he finds my sweet spot and sucks on it; and I immediately feel a little embarrassed.

I think he must sense it because he suddenly says, "Don't hold back, it's just me here."

When he starts to kiss past my collarbone, my seventh fear goes off as an alarm and my heart beat gets faster.

"Tobias," I warn.

"Sorry, just seeing where your boundaries are with your fear." He replies kissing back up to my neck.

He goes back to my lips, and kisses me slower. As though he's savoring the moment. Appreciating every detail. Not wanting to pull back.

His hands go over my shirt and massage my waist. I sigh. We kiss for a few more seconds and suddenly he pulls back.

"Tris, are you ok with all of this? I don't want to make you feel like you have to do something you don't want to." He seems worried.

"Yeah, I love it. I'll stop you when my fear creeps up on me." I smile to reassure him. "Let's see how far I can go, and then we can work from there." I say.

"Alright, just stop me if you don't like it." He says. And he kisses me again.

I love how he always cares for me. He doesn't care about my fear. He loves me all the same. And I'm glad he is willing to wait, it makes me feel like he cares a lot about this relationship and thinks more of it than just sex. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel loved.

His hands start sliding up inch by inch up my shirt. He massages my hips and the bottom of my waist, and the good feeling causes me to sigh against his lips.

However when he starts to go further, I start to feel uncomfortable. I pull back from the kiss. I breathe for a minute, trying to slow my breathing; my forehead resting against his. "Ok, that's how far I can go for now." I say.

"Good, I'm glad we figured something out." Tobias smiles.

"I love you so much, thank you for seeing this relationship as more than just sex." I say.

"I would do anything for you, you have no idea how much I love you." He responds. I smile.

"I love you more than anything, Tris. You're my world." He says.

"I love you too." I respond.

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