Trevor didn't flinch. "Birth control."
Lucas blinked. "You planned for this?"
Trevor held the glass steady in one hand and offered the pills with the other. "I plan for everything."
There was no arrogance in his voice, just quiet truth. He wasn't teasing. Wasn't lording it over him. But Lucas could still feel it, the certainty behind the statement, the steadiness that wrapped around Trevor like armor. He'd thought of everything. Lucas hesitated.
Trevor didn't push. He simply waited, calm and steady, the water glass still held out, the pills in his palm like an unspoken promise. His voice, when it came, was softer than Lucas expected.
"Your mind is twenty-five," Trevor said slowly, carefully. "But your body is still eighteen. Legally and biologically, nothing can stop you from having a child, but…" He paused, his gaze steady. "Let's not rush. We have all the time."
