Tattoos

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After cleaning, and about 5 hours that passed, I heard my bedroom door open back up. I lifted my head from the tv to the hallway and Tom made his way to sit next to me.
"Feeling better?" I ask, turning down the volume

He nods

"So..what did you do last night?" I question. He furrows his brows and slowly shakes his head

"I..I don't remember" he replies

I chuckle "that's not surprising.."

He sighs then lays his hand on mine "But..I remember what I said.. and my little outburst in the car and I'm sorry."

I bite my inner cheek. "I know..and I understand.."

"Monica she just...she does shit to me. She's always been crazy but it's just escalated.."

"Why did you..even get married then?" I ask. Im not sure if it was the right thing to ask because he removed his hand from mine and locked his lips.

"Her erm..her father is the CEO of a very popular corporation..so they had money..My parents had money and wanted to chip in on a deal that her parents were offering..we were young and..I guess it was already sort of an arranged marriage."

"Oh.." I reply, unsure of what else to say

"At a time..I loved her..I did. But she just..something's just not quite right in her head. She manipulates a-and steals and cheats.."

"Well she can't do any of that anymore." I slide closer to him "to you at least.."

"Yeah.. to me.."

Silence overflows in the room for a few long moments

"How's your erm..knees?" He asks lifting my legs up on top of his. He runs his fingers over the bandaids that I put on top of the scratches

"Fine. They'll heel" I say

He runs his fingertips up my legs and up my body, reaching my face. He turns me head to the right "I..I didn't know She would hit you" he says softly, rubbing his thumb over the mark

"I know. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry I blamed you for it" I reply

He looked down at my hands and sighed deeply "what?" I ask

"Did you..block her? From calling and texting me?"

God this is a bit embarrassing.

"..yes. I'm sorry..I didn't know she would-"

"No no.." he kisses my knuckles "it's okay. I should've done it when I left her"

"So you're not mad?" I ask

He looks up at me with this beautiful blue eyes and smiles "mad at you?" He chuckles "heavens no"

He looks around the apartment "I'm sorry for making a mess..I see you've cleaned it. You didn't have to"

"It's okay, really..so you really don't remember where you went last night.? Or what you did after?"

He shakes his head "nope. I probably just went to the bar down the road and drowned myself in that cheap liquor"
I laugh and shake my head. "Ohh Mr.Hiddleston, You sure are a wild one"

He pulled me closer and we kissed delicately. He then checks his watch "well" he sighs "it's 4:30.. how about we try and get that Indian food we talked about last night?"

"Sure..but first you need a shower" I playfully slap his chest then slide out of his grip, standing up.

"Oh do I smell?" He asks standing up as well and wrapping his arms around my waist

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