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Tom's pov

I turn. Walking into the restroom right after her.










Ela's pov

The restroom door flies open. What the fuck. I turn to the door. Him. He quickly locked the door.

"What do you think you are doing?" I begin.
"You" he says. "What?" I whisper loudly.

He walks closer. Too close.

His hands are on my waist, he brings me even closer.

"What is wrong with you" I yell him. Only my words fighting me.

"You did this Ela" he replies.

Suddenly he kisses me. I pull back.
"What are you doing" I say. But he ignores me. I imagine how I push him of off me walking out of that restroom. But my body does otherwise. Kissing him back.


"Over six months" he says in between the kisses. "What" I barely get out. "It's been over six months" he says in between the kiss. The kiss that turned to a good make out. I have no idea what he is talking about. Six months? That's around the time I left New York. "What are you talking about" I say out of breath. "Sex" he answers. Oh. He says it just like that. I'm actually very surprised he managed something like this.

His hands travel up my shirt. The feeling of his warm hands on my bare skin. His lips move to my neck. My hands slide under his shirt. He starts to unbutton my shirt. My hands get out from underneath his shirt. Unbuttoning it. He quickly lifts me up, putting me on the bathroom counter.

One hand on my thigh sliding up. My breath hitches at the sudden contact with his fingers. "Tom" I moan quietly.
"I need you to be quiet now" he said. Shutting me up with his lips. I slowly get my hands oh his pants. Undoing his belt.

He looks at me. Asking for permission.
I nod my head.

He slides into me. "Fu-" I start. He puts his hand over my mouth. "You can do it" he demands. I dig my fingernails into the skin on his back. His lips are all over my neck. I feel him going in and out of me.

I can't take this anymore. I'm close. "Tom" I groan his name quietly. He puts his hands in my hair. "I know" he says as is he feels my pain. "Ela you are everything" he tells me.




















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