no matter what decision your heart makes, I will be waiting for you...

Part 24

The next morning I woke up without a headache for once after getting drunk the night before. My eyes fluttered open slowly and tiredly, with the sun right in my face, making me groan a little as I do every morning. With a heavy body I turned to the other side of the bed, only noticing which room I was in when I saw Tom's sleeping body in front of me. I still remember most of what happened last night and all I can say is that last night was.... crazy. To say Tom is good in bed is an underestimation. He's insanely good, to be honest. Made me wonder if he thinks the same about me once he wakes up. But today I don't flee directly from his room. This time I admire his sleeping body as our noses almost touch. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, the way his little breaths hit my face and his nose sometimes twitches. I was about to put my hand to his cheek and stroke it when his eyes slowly flickered open as well. The first second he saw me, a smile grew on his lips.
"mornin' " He murmured in his deep raspy morning voice.
"morning" I murmured back. For a moment there was silence, but not an uncomfortable silence. His eyes stare into mine as he brushes a strand of hair that had fallen into my face behind my right ear with one hand. I feel my cheeks flush a little. Seriously?! After everything we did yesterday, I blush when he brushes a strand of hair behind my ear!
"Y/N?" Tom asks, now with a certain uncertainty and seriousness on his face. I scrunch my eyebrows together, but then answer him.
"Yeah?" I whisper in a comforting voice while my eyes twitch back and forth between his lips and his black eyes, in which I still find comfort.
"Before things get awkward between us again, I want you to know one thing" he starts to explain "I don't regret last night" It takes me by surprise that he comes up with that. Not that I regret last night, but I didn't expect Tom to say something like that.
"Me neither" A hint of relief forms on his face as I say that and he lets out a liberating breath he has been holding in. I smile too, stroking his soft cheek as he cautiously moves closer. I could have sworn he was about to kiss me until suddenly my phone vibrated on his bedside table.
Tom immediately jerked back as the vibrating interrupted us, almost as if he felt caught. But I quickly shrugged it off and turned around to pick up my phone and read the message.
Derrek:
Hey, sorry it took me so long to get back to you.... I was wondering if we could meet up? Maybe on Tuesday, if you have time
Is this his way of asking me out on another date? Because if it is, then no thanks. Don't get me wrong the date was great, everything a girl dreams of, right? Almost like a movie but I was missing one thing... the butterflies. The feeling in my stomach that I get every time Tom calls me princess or other nicknames or even just looks me in the eyes with his dark eyes. But on the other hand, what if he's not asking me out ? maybe he just wants to meet and talk like friends...
tuesday I have to work until 7... does next saturday work for you?
I decide to answer. The bed shakes a little, making me look over at Tom who is now sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls a black T-shirt over his head and stands up only in his boxers in which he slept and in the t-shirt he just put on.
For a short moment I just watched Tom's movements until the vibration of my phone brought me out of my thoughts again.
Derrek:
There I am at my father's birthday party... is it possible that you finish a little earlier on tuesday and we can meet then?
mhm, what is so important to talk about that he wants to meet with me? but well, I think Tom won't mind if I finish a little earlier on tuesday.
Okay, should work...
I wait a few seconds again, looking at the little bubble that shows he is typing until his message pops up.
Derrek:
At 3 in the café?
I answer with a simple 'okay' then put my phone aside and sit up straight. I take one of Tom's shirts that is lying on the floor in front of me and pull it over my head. In my short panties and Tom's oversized t-shirt that is way too big for my body, I make my way to the kitchen where Tom is already scrambling eggs.
"smells great !" I compliment him, then take a glass from the cupboard and pour myself some water.
"Thanks..." He clenches his jaw in uncertainty "who texted you?" he asks. I put my glass down on the kitchen counter, then let my eyes wander up to him as he takes the pan off the cooker and spreads the egg onto 2 plates.
"just Derrek" I answer honestly, not that I have anything to hide.
"Oh yeah? what did he want?" he asks, now placing the two plates including 2 small forks on the table.
"He wants to meet again" I answer, sit down at the table in front of him and start poking around in my scrambled eggs.
"what did you answer?" why does he ask so many questions? not that he is usually so interested in me .
"Well, I agreed" his eyes look up from his plate, looking a little unimpressed with my answer. I decide not to ask him now if I can finish early on Tuesday, because he looks a bit bad-tempered right now. Nodding he starts to shovel his scrambled eggs into his mouth. We only ate our scrambled eggs, which admittedly weren't that bad. Fine, there wasn't much to do wrong, but you never know with Tom...
Again a phone rings, but this time it's not mine. It's Tom's, which is lying on the table in front of him. His eyes glance quickly at the display, then he lets out a sigh and lets the phone ring.
"Don't you have to answer that?" I ask, pointing to the phone.
"No, it's just this crazy number that's been calling me for a while now, probably just michael trying to get to our money anyway." he quickly shrugs it off. But that reminds me, I still have to read through the papers, maybe I'll finish them tomorrow at work and when I give them to Tom I'll ask if I can leave early on Tuesday. Nothing should go wrong then. Besides, Tom is a very easy-going person at work, of course he is often tense, but therefore he drinks a bit of alcohol, which usually relaxes him. After breakfast, I put my plate in the sink and went to my room to take a shower. I threw the T-shirt that tom had given me straight into the washing machine so that he could get it back soon.

~Tom's pov~

I am sitting on the bed, freshly showered, with only a towel around my waist. I meant what I said to Y/N this morning. I don't want things to be weird between us because of last night and I don't regret it either. Doesn't mean Harrison has to know, of course. If Harrison found out I slept with his little sister, I'd be dead in a heartbeat, and I know how overprotective Harrsion can be towards Y/N, almost as much as I am. I don't know if last night meant anything to Y/N or not. However, when Y/N just told me that Derrek had written to her asking if they could meet, I immediately got a bit jealous, I know I shouldn't but I can't help the way I feel. The thing that made me think even more was when she agreed to meet him. Which means they're going on another date. After last night I really thought derrek was out of the game, but it seems not. I thought it wouldn't have hit me like that, but now that I'm sitting here in my room thinking about it, it does hurt a little. I just don't like the idea of other boys doing anything with her, and that's where my protective side comes out. Of course it also has something to do with jealousy, but it's primarily a protective side! I just hope I haven't made anything awkward between us by what I said to her earlier. So I assume everything is fine between us, and who knows. Maybe there's a chance it won't be the last time that I laid her. After all, she said the same thing back... she doesn't regret it. Still, there was a slight tension between us after I went into the kitchen...
Now, at least, I'm trying to distract myself a bit, and the best way to do that is to go to the gym. Besides, it's raining and cold outside. So I hardly have a choice