Crazy for you

Necklace

Ciara's POV

I tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper, quickly slipping on my socks before I opened the bathroom door.

"Darling, are you done?" Tom asked just as I stepped out.

"Yep, all finished." I mumbled, making my way into the living room.

Tom was plating our lunch when I walked in. He made one of my favourites, pasta. Before I could sit down he reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"I have something for you." He bit his lip, trying to contain a smile.

"What?"

"This is a bit weird but I would just like to thank you." He slid his hand down, lacing our fingers together.

"For what?"

"For sticking by me, even after finding out I liked men."

"Why-"

"Since you were so supportive and open about it, as well as the possibility of me wanting to have sex with another man I got you a gift.. for being so perfect."

"If you do not like it we can exchange it." He finishes off, handing me a black box with a gold ribbon wrapped around it.

Tom kissed my hand before letting go of it. I slowly pulled off the ribbon and opened the box.

(Photo at the top)

"Oh god this is beautiful." I muttered, my eyes wide as I continued staring at the gift.

"You really didn't have to."

"Do not complain." He said sternly.

"I'm not but it's just so out of the blue I don't know what to say."

Tom placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead, "How about thank you?"

I smiled and gave him a small nod, "Thank you so much it's gorgeous."

I stayed quiet as he walked behind me, taking the box from my hands. He took out the long chain and helped me put it on.

"I bought you this specific necklace for a very special reason." He whispered.

"And what might that reason be?"

"So it can dangle in my face while you ride me." He spoke in a low tone, biting my ear right after.

I gasped, "Tom!"

"What? Do you want me to lie and say it was because I knew it would look perfect on you? You already know that my love." He smirked at me, taking a seat at the dining table.

Tom pulled out the chair next to him, "Eat before it gets cold."

I walked over and sat next to him, "You- you are very bold!"

"You make me this way." He smiled, shoving a fork full of pasta in his mouth.

"I do not!" I said in an attempt to argue back.

He nods slowly, speaking in between chews, "Yes you do."

"You are-"

"Stop speaking and eat before I feed you myself."

We spent the rest of the afternoon cracking jokes and laughing.

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I can't tell what time it is but I know it's probably almost time for dinner since the sun went down a while ago. I was reading one of my many books when there was a knock on my door, followed by a voice.