𝚆𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛

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"No! I can't bring your suit to the cleaner, I told you Ryland I have a meeting with the wedding planner!"

"I know you have but the wine tasting is today, how am I supposed to drive anywhere after that?"

I groan and push my face deeper into the soft cushion trying to drown out Daisy and Rylands voices that have been discussing for thirty minutes now.

I skipped breakfast after the conversation with Tommy last night and I just don't have the nerve to face him and his stupid teasing again.

I should try to avoid him at any costs even though I don't know how I'm supposed to do that while we live under the same roof.

While I ignore Daisy and Ryland discussing right in the hall I grab my phone from the night stand and answer the text from my mom I avoided to answer for a day.

I stare at the words my fingers hovering over the keyboard, my mind wandering off to find an answer out of the clue.
How am I supposed to answer that question, it's so simple yet it feels like it means so much more.

How is everyone doing?

Seems innocent at first, if you don't know my mom. But I know what she really wants to know is if my dad is doing great and if Dana and him are happy.

So do I break her heart even though I know it's the truth and the right thing to do and tell her that he's doing fine?
I guess, I haven't seen much of him these last days due to Dana keeping him company all the time and I try to avoid her as much as I can.

I know I should tell my mom he's fine, that he's happy, so she can move on like he did. So she can stop hurting.

Or I lie and tell her he's not fine, that he low key asked about her too and let her hope that he would be willing to talk to her.
But is it morally the right decision to give her this illusion and hope, even though there is no space for hope?

I stare back at the chat and close my phone again before placing it back on the nightstand when a knock raps against my door.

"Yes?" I call and the door opens while I expect Daisy to check on me even though her and Rylands voices disappeared minutes ago.

The door opens and reveals no other than the devil himself.
Okay maybe not the devil, but a really sleepy looking Tommy dressed in grey sweatpants and a striped long sleeve and messy curls.

He looks kind of..soft standing in the doorframe a gentle look on his face.

"A peace offer." He says and I just notice now the tray in his hands that he holds up.

I sit up in my bed suspiciously while I eye the food on it.
He's bringing me breakfast?

"Is it poisoned?" I ask suspiciously and he rolls his eyes before he steps inside and kicks the door shut elegantly.

I raise a brow.

"Did I tell you to come in?"

"No but I'm doing it anyways." He says and strides over to the bed placing the tray on my lap before he lays down on the bed his chin propped in his hand.

My eyes fly down to the soft lines on his stomach, especially the two at his sides disappearing into the grey material of his sweats that got revealed when his body moved in the stretched out position.

He notices my gaze, grinning and I quickly focus back on the food.
It smells delicious and for once I'm too hungry to stay mad or be stubborn.

"How come you brought me breakfast?"

"Out of the good of my heart." He says his eyes glinting and I give him a look.

His act drops at my look and his eyes shine intensely.

"I felt bad about how our conversation ended yesterday. I don't want to fight Mila, I really don't." The way he speaks my familiar nickname makes my heart flatter treacherously.

I try to busy my eyes with the food digging in while I feel his eyes on me.

"We don't need to fight, we don't need to talk at all." I say but he gives me a disagreeing grumble.

"That's now what I want."

I look up at him chuckling.

"You don't always get what you want Thomas."

"I don't like it when you call me that."

"What? Your name?" I ask confused and he nods while he adjusts his frame, making his knee knock against mine that's covered by the duvet.

"No one calls me Thomas beside my father, you know that."

I do, maybe that's why I do it. It gives me the triumph of hurting him in some kind of way. Even though he can hurt me much more with the things he does.

"I call you what I want." I say and immediately regret it when the familiar grin moves back on his lips.

"You're an idiot." I say and he chuckles making me grab a cushion and throw it right at his face.

He catches it easily before putting it under his head to steady himself.

"Seems like we're spending the whole day together." He speaks up making me look at him confused. His eyes are on the canopy, entranced by the stars.

For a short moment I get caught up in the way the light strokes his dark hair, making golden strands appear in it and I have to hold myself back not to swipe a stray curl from his forehead. Until I realize his words.

"What?" I ask confused making him smile and turn his head towards me.

"Daisy asked me to go to the wine tasting but she doesn't trust my judgement so she wants you to join me." I furrow my brows at his words, trying to decipher if he's joking or not.

"Why would Daisy want us to taste the wine? It's her wedding?" I ask because it is not like her character to let someone else decide.

"She said the wine isn't so important, she's on the run today so why don't we offer her a bit help?" He tilts his head at me his hands toying with the duvet delicately.

I hate that he puts it like I wouldn't want to help. But why do I need to go with him? So much to avoiding him as much as I can.

I put the now empty tray on my night stand watching Tommy laying in front of me like he's more comfortable than I am in my own bed.

"Okay."

His head snaps up surprise written on his face.

"Okay?"

"Of course okay, do you think I don't want to help Daisy? When are we leaving?" I ask him while I push the duvet off of me swinging my legs over the bed.

When he doesn't answer me I turn my head to see his eyes locked on my figure, dressed in one of the skimpy night dresses Daisy gave me. This man is unbelievable.

"Thomas." I say warningly and his eyes glint before he looks up at my face clearing his throat.

"Around twelve, we have an hour drive to the winery." He says and hops of my bed while I start to move as well.

"Okay I'll be ready by then." I say crossing my arms in front of my chest to hide the fact, that I'm not wearing a bra.

He stops again just looking at me while I shoot him a glare.

"You can go now Tommy." I say angrily making his lips form a grin.

"I would rather not but I'll do you the favor because you called me Tommy." He says and I roll my eyes at his childishness.

I watch him open the door and stop again to turn his head towards me one last time.

"I think I have to thank Daisy for these ridiculously short dresses she gave you, you look breathtaking Mila." My mouth drops open with his words and the husky tone he's speaking in but I don't have any time to react before he slips out of the room, the door shutting behind him.

"Idiot!" I call after him and hear his chuckle disappear in the hall.