The smell of sex throughout the house, the sound of the tigers making love in the backyard, and her date with Trevor all had an effect on Melissa. As Trevor got up from the couch, she grabbed his hand. "Trevor, I...I..." she started to say. She took a breath and said, "I want you to stay with me. Spend the night with me. Even..." her voice trailed off as she continued.
Trevor looked at her and smiled. Even though she didn't say it, he could tell by the way she was looking, by her flushed face, and even her increased breathing. "Melissa," he said before asking, "Are you saying that you're ready?" She slowly nodded her head. A part of him wanted to pick her up and carry her to her bedroom so that they could continue, but there was one thing stopping him. He made a promise with her. "Mel, I made you a promise. That I would wait for the right time. That it would be romantic and special." He looked around and said, "I know what you're feeling. I'm feeling it too. And trust me when I say that it would be my pleasure to welcome you to were society. However, I don't think now's the right time for it." He looked down at Melissa and could see her downcast eyes and frowning lips. He gently put his hand behind her head as he looked down and smiled. "When that time is right, it will be a special thing for you...and for us. Just, it's not right now."
"Oh Trevor," she said, sighing. She felt her heart flutter when she heard that. He really did care for her. The two shared a brief glance with each other before they shared a deep and lasting kiss.
Before things could go any further, he pulled himself away from her and headed towards the door. "Goodbye, Mel," he said as he opened the door and walked through it. Mel could only watch as Trevor made his way to his truck, climbed inside, and started the engine. She closed the door as he drove away and slid down to the ground with her back to the door. She bit her lips as she remembered the events of that day. After a bit of time, she decided that she had enough of the tigers yowling at each other, and she went upstairs to her bedroom carrying her bag with her. When she got to her bedroom, she pulled out the bottle of birth control pills and studied it. That was twice so far that she came close to having sex with Trevor, and becoming a werecow herself. And it was both times that it was Trevor that stopped both of them. At first, she took this as a sign that he loved her. That he respected her.
Yet, as she dressed herself in her nightclothes, there was this nagging doubt in the back of her mind. Was it really love that stopped him? Or respect? Or something else? She examined her body in the mirror, and took note of how small she was compared to the other were-type girls. Compared to the other girls in her classes, she was as flat as a board. And her hips weren't that big. And they had some sort of confidence that she didn't have. The thought finally crystallized to her. Could it be that Trevor really isn't into her? And why would he be when he could have all of these more attractive girls?
She climbed into bed and started to go to sleep. As she fell asleep, these doubting thoughts came into her head. Is he really interested in her?