Young and Beautiful

Happy

We stare up at the ceiling, avoiding the sight of each other's body. I'm lying on Tom's chest, his breathing making my head rise and then fall. I'm smiling, more beaming actually. I know I shouldn't have forgiven him, not yet. I should have dragged it out until he was practically begging me to come back. But I love him. Leaving him would probably finish me, end my life.

He giggles softly and places a hand on my head. His warm hands smooth down my messy hair and he starts drawing circles on my head. As weird as it was, it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I rolled over, moved my head upwards, and gazed into his eyes. He looked down at me, his smile gone.

"I am sorry." He whispers, his voice breaking slightly as it slips out. He stops drawing circles and instead reaches down to my hand. I wrap my fingers with his and look down at our hands.

"Why did you shout? I know I'm childish and really irritating but why did yo-"

"I didn't. You're not. I just, I did to me."

He stared at our hands and I looked away. I frowned and he watched me. Sighing he said. "I've been really happy with you. More than I can put into words. I don't think you'll ever quite know how much I think of you, hourly let alone daily. You've been the reason I've wanted to do this new acting job. The reason I've wanted to come home each day. And I've blown it."

He let go of my hand and tried to stand up. I say tried because I pulled him back, gabbing hold of his hand, making him collapse onto the bed in an upright position. He tuts and looks at me frowning.

"Yes," I stay sternly, "you have blown it." He sighs and I feel a lump grow in my throat as I watch his face drop and scrunch up like a toddler's does before they cry.

"You have blown it but," I say, dragging out the buttttt. I bite my lip and tiptoe my fingers along his back. He wiggles his back and smiles. We both, finally, meet each other's eyes and grin. "A bit of grovelling might help?" I smirk and he closes his eyes, moving closer to me. His lips pucker up and he continues to lean inwards. Instead of kissing him and giving what he wants, I lift my hand up and place my finger on his lips, stopping him in his tracks. His eyes burst open, he frowns and he moans quietly. He smiles, sighs and then sits back against the wall.

"So how do I start my 'grovelling' then?"

"Wellll," I smile. "You could start with, toast, beans, bacon, sausages, eggs, tomat-"

"Breakfast in bed? Of course m'lady."

He gets up out of bed, runs around to my side of the bed and tucks me in, kissing my forehead as he does. Running out of the room, he pokes his head around the door and smiles. "I really am sorry you kno-"

"Yeah I know." I smile sympathetically and he smiles back.