Love The Way You Lie

7. Warm

Author's note: the song is for when Emily is singing! Enjoy!
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I had never felt so comfortable in my life. I felt free locked into Tom's arms. I was happy, truly happy. All the hate I had for him had melted away when our lips met the night before. Tom had wrapped me into his arms, letting me rest my head on his bicep and leaving his other arm around my waist. During the night, he would gently rub his thumb on my belly, reminding me of his presence. Almost reassuring me that I wasn't dreaming. I could feel his hot breath hitting the hook of my neck. I was uncontrollably smiling in my sleep. My heart was full. I wanted time to stop. I can't explain how my heart went from hating this man with all that I had to... well... god! Loving him with all that I have! I love him?! God... I love the guy that I considered my enemy for most of my life! As my eyes slowly opened at this revelation, my gaze wandered to Tom's arm that was surrounding my body and keeping me attached to his chest. The sun had also woken up. Bright rays of sunshine tickled my eyes... making me realize that I was in an oversized t-shirt and pyjama boxers, while cuddling with my best friend's brother! WHO I WAS SUPPOSED TO HATE!

Panic started taking over me. I slowly slid out of Tom's grip and carefully left his room. I silently walked past Sam's room to make sure he was still asleep. I sighed of relief when I saw him still knocked out in his bed. I slowly made my way down the stairs. What was I going to do about this!? I mean I don't even know what this is! I mean I am definitely falling for Tom! But... how am I supposed to know if he feels the same way!? I was trying to think clearly but my hunger took over. I can't think when I'm hungry. I tied my hair up and decided to make blueberry chocolate chip pancakes. I would try to figure out what to do with all this mess later...

Tom's Point of view:

I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing she looked when she was asleep... did you know that she smiles in her sleep? Not a big smile, more like a cute smirk. The butterflies in my stomach kept me awake most of the night. She was everything I ever wanted really. She was the only girl that made me feel complete. When she kissed me back, my whole world lit up! I know it's cheesy! And trust me! I hate cheesy stuff! But it was like I finally understood why people liked romance. I think that once you found the right person... all of this, cute, romantic stuff begins to make sense. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!? I mean! I don't even know if she really likes me or if she just thinks of me as a hookup or... god! Of course that's how she sees me. After the way I teased her! Plus, she witnessed all my last girlfriends who weren't really serious because... well... I didn't love them. It sounds so bad when I say this, but I couldn't stay with them! They didn't deserve to be with someone who didn't love them. But Emily... she was strong, funny, beautiful, SEXY AS HELL! All these years my love for her grew, but I always shook the feeling away by reminding myself she hated me... I don't want to be just a hookup for her! I wanted to be with her! To kiss her, spend my days with her in my arms like she is right now. I want to see her fall asleep in my arms and wake up in the morning to see her face light up. I want to love her...  She smell so good! How can she smell like that! The only scents I could relate to her perfume were a mixture of roses and fresh laundry.

I fell into a coma-like sleep as I was so warm and comfortable with her laying against my body, wrapped in my arms. I heard mumbles in the room but ignored them, scared to move and wake Emily up... After half an hour maybe, I heard loud noises in the kitchen. The noises brought me back to reality and made me realize that Emily couldn't be seen in my bed! I was about to wake her up only to open my eyes and see that she was already gone! I put on my joggers and rushed downstairs to find Emily in an oversized shirt that barely covered the curves of her ass. She had VERY small shorts on and had tied her hair up into a messy bun. She was moving her body to the rhythm of the music that was playing... I leaned against the frame of the kitchen's doorway and stared at her beautiful silhouette.