Emory Lynch is tired, she is tired and she's craving ice cream. That's the only thing in her mind when she ends up at a store in Hamburg at three in the morning, not knowing a word of German. To her luck, she wasn't the only one in the store. A myst...
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Date: August 21, 2007
I woke up from I believe was the best sleep of my life, only downside is, my head feel like it's imploding and my stomach is wreaking havoc on itself, so I didn't feel like opening my eyes. Still, the best sleep of my life.
I feel an arm around my waist bringing me closer to them and I sigh in exasperation, "Hil, you're hogging the bed. Move!"
"Who's Hil?"
My eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice and I shot out of the bed in less than a second. My head didn't really appreciate my movements and my stomach turned in a way that I didn't think was humanly possible.
When my vision clears again, I see a very naked Tom sprawled on my bed with only a blanket covering his private parts. My eyes widen comically once I start to remember everything that happened once we left the club.
Getting in the car and driving to my loft.
Kissing on the way to the door.
Him ripping my top off, then his.
The door.
The couch.
The bed.
The bathroom.
I look down at my body to see it covered with his oversized green shirt, and I'm completely naked under this expert for a thong. When I look back up at Tom, he's resting against the headboard with a smirk on his face as he watches me trying to piece everything together.
Still, the only thing keeping him from completely nudity is the blanket on his lap. To be honest, I don't know if I should be annoyed or thankful for the blanket. He got the body of a greek god, Perfectly toned muscles that take my breath away and sculptured abs that shift with each breath he takes.
Have Mercy.
His dreads are down, the ponytail and bandana scattered somewhere in the loft, his eyes are still droopy from sleeping and his mouth is pulled into a lazy smirk as he looks at me with pure bliss on his face.
He looks absolutely perfect.
"Come back to bed, Prinzessin. it's too early" He rasps in that forsaken deep morning voice.
I hesitantly make my way back to the bed and lay down next to him stiffly while I stare ahead of me, avoiding his eyes. Tom chuckles and puts his arm around me to bring me closer to him, I rest my head on his toned chest and think about my actions.
