Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Twenty Four

Before you read this chapter I want to say once more that I do not write smut! I don't want to sound rude but please don't ask during this chapter :)

Before I even open my eyes I notice the weight on my chest. I blink a few times before everything comes into focus. There is a spilt second where panic shoots down my spine but looking down I see that Thomas is curled up on his side next to me, his head resting on my chest.

Grinning I snake my arms around him. Thomas's palm rests flat on the middle of my chest while his head is right above my heart. A quick glance around the room shows that Minho hasn't come back yet like Thomas thought he would have.

Closing my eyes again I push away all my thoughts except for Thomas. I have absolutely no idea at all how I ever ended up with Thomas. I love him so much it's unbelievable. When I'm with him it's like this unearthly happiness, extreme overwhelming feelings of pure affection. I fell for him so hard and so fast. I am so hopelessly, crazy in love with Thomas. And as much as I want to doubt it I try to accept the fact that Thomas feels the same way about me.

The way my personality is, is to not let myself ever feel happiness, to second guess everything. But I am trying my hardest to believe it when Thomas tells me how much he loves me because, I want it to be true. I so badly want him to love me the way I love him.

My thoughts are interrupted when Thomas stretches his arms out and whimpers. Putting his hand back on my chest he sighs.

"Tommy?" I say quietly just in case he's falling back asleep.

"Hmm?" He asks, still half asleep. Flipping over onto his stomach and keeping his eyes closed he sighs again, balling his hand into a fist on my chest.

Unable to help myself I smile wide. Putting my hands on the small of his back I hold onto him. Thomas stirs but instead of getting up he repositions himself so he can wrap his arms around my middle. "I love you," he murmurs, moving his head just enough so he can kiss my chest through my shirt.

"I love you too," I mumble.

I listen to the sound of Thomas's breathing for a few minutes until he takes a deep breath. "I should get up," he mumbles.

"Just wait a minute." My voice is a low whisper. I don't want Thomas to leave yet, I like holding him this way.

"Okay...How long were we asleep?"

Craning my neck I check the time on Thomas's digital clock that sits on his desk. "I'm not sure, maybe an hour? Forty five minutes? Not long."

Thomas nods against me and nuzzles his head into my shirt. He mumbles something but his voice is muffled.

"Hmm?" I ask.

"I wish I could stay like this all day," he says louder. Laughing lightly I agree with him. "But I can't." Wriggling away Thomas sits up and squints, combing his hands through his hair.

Looking around the room Thomas asks, "Minho isn't here?"

I shake my head. "Nope."

"Hmm. He's getting picked up today maybe his family came to get him while we were sleeping."

"Maybe..." I trail off, thinking about being with Thomas earlier.

Thomas smirks at me before crawling forward and cupping my face in his hands. He kisses me soft and slow at first but it quickly becomes heated and soon we're kissing like we were earlier.

Thomas moves his hands to my neck then to my hair, pulling at the ends. I keep my hands on his waist, my grip on him tight.

Letting go of my hair Thomas runs his hands down my chest and torso roughly before reaching for the hem of my shirt. Slipping his hands under the fabric Thomas grabs at my back.