Behind Locked Doors

Chapter 23

Tom had figured out that there were two things in the world he loved above all else: holding Anna and burying his cock into her.

Of course, he had figured out the latter after the first time he fucked her. Well, more accurately the second time he fucked her. The first time he was in too much of a finally-got-laid daze to realize that not all sex was like that. Even throughout all of their scandalous relationship, the sex never declined. Tom was bold enough to say it continuously got better.

Tom knew that he loved to hold Anna. That discovery was made when he fell asleep with her in his arms when she spent the weekend at his house. Her body was warm but not warm enough to make him sweat at 3 a.m.. She particularly enjoyed curling into him so her head buried itself into the crook of Tom's neck. At some point in the middle of the night, she'd find a way to turn around in Tom's arms so her back was pressed to his chest, and in the morning, her ass pressed to his cock.

It wasn't just holding Anna while he slept that amazed him. It was in the tender moments of being awake where his arm draped over her and her arm draped over him that made his heart swell. She would walk her fingers along his abs, tickling the dips between the muscles, before settling her hand on his hip and sighing in pure bliss.

That was why it was so hard for Tom to leave Anna in the middle of the night.

They had agreed upon him leaving at 4 a.m. - too late for the party-goers to still be awake (they would have been passed out for at least an hour and would remain that way until 8 a.m. sharp) and too early for the gym buffs to wake up and get to the gym (that would begin at 5 a.m., Anna would never understand the dedication). Tom didn't want to go, in fact he was quite adamant about staying that Sunday as well, but he could see Anna's nervousness increasing with him being there. She finally had him and losing him to a prying eye was the last thing she wanted.

Anna swore she'd wait up with him. She didn't want to waste a single moment with her eyes closed. Yet, she knocked out somewhere around 2:44 a.m. Tom wasn't exactly surprised, the girl had been through a lot that day. Between her mounds of homework, her panic attack, three rounds of sex, and more homework, she was properly exhausted.

Tom could see her falling asleep. She was laying on his chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around her. He held the gifted Black Beauty novel in his hands. He was reading it to her in that deep, smooth voice that she loved so dearly. Anna was trying so hard to stay awake. Her eyelids were drooping and her smile was fading into a tiny grin. Every time her eyes closed, they fluttered back open, only to fall closed again.

He didn't want to stop her so he continued reading. He punctuated each word in the most soothing way he could manage. He read and read and read until Anna's eyes remained closed and little snores puffed out of her mouth. Even after her breathing had evened out, Tom continued to read. He finished the chapter he was on before he placed the book on the ground - there was no more room on her tiny bed.

Tom knew he only had such little time left with her. So, he just held her in the silence of the night. Through her window - which they had decided to slide open just a bit to air out the smell of sex in her cramped room - Tom listened to the sounds of the campus he never experienced at this hour. The hoot of an owl, the crunch of someone walking across leaves, the laugh of a drunk fraternity boy.

It was all outside and Tom realized he didn't care a single bit about what was happening. He was here in Anna's room with her sleeping in his arms. This what the peace he had craved so dearly for so many years unknowingly.

When Anna's little digital clock told Tom it was time to leave, he squeezed her tighter. He knew he would see her on Monday of course but the day in between would consist of dealing with Amber - a name he longed to forget. So, he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Anna's head and slid out from beneath her. He made sure not to jostle her too roughly as he climbed out of her bed. Once his feet landed on the floor, he turned back around to roll the blankets up over Anna.