𝗙𝗢𝗘𝗦 // 𝗧.𝗸

𝟎𝟏𝟎

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟢 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀:

"If this ain't love, then i don't know what love is."

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TOM POV.

I stare at the image of my phone, her face look so angelic that i couldn't get enough of her. I growl silently as i stroke my cock up and down. My heart beat pounding against my chest- every thoughts, i couldn't get over her.

"Crap.."

I mumbled against my breathe. I stare at my phone as the picture of laurel disappear in my screen, Someone is calling. I gasp for air as i calm down.

"What?" I answer the call with a little gasp at my voice.

"Hey." Alexa's voice turned at the other line.

"Look, this might sound weird but can you pick up lou in our place? She's pretty drunk, and georg and i also. She just got into a little problem.." She explains.

What a great timing!

"What problem?" I ask.

"You'll know sooner." She replied.

"Is that so? Okay, give me a minute." I response back. I hear her hummed and i drop the call.

I drop my phone at my stomach as i stare at my position. I feel my stomach hurt as i move, fuck.. Maybe because it was late for me to feel satisfied, it happens everytime if i delay my climax, I hate it.

I roll back my boxer into my waist, grabbing my shirt on the side and standing up. I kinda hate this kind of situation, it made me weak.

. . .

I arrived at georg's place, i park the car across the street as i walked out and passing the street. I knock on the door, with no answer. I open the door myself, making my way inside with a calm step of my feet.

"Oh, there he is! My knight and charming Armour!" I saw lou jumped from the couch, she tripped while she try running to me.

I caught her in my arms— she might look silly, she still look so innocent with her situation.

"Is my princess doing good?" I ride on with her. Our eyes met, Her pupil sparkle while her lips pouting cutely.

She nod.

"Please take her, she was unwell." Alexa spoke, her voice drunk. "Okay, I'll take care of her." I reassure her.

I started dragging lou out of the place, my hand guiding her gently by her waist.

I open my door, i place her down at the passenger seat. I stare at her, she was holding my hand.

I knew i should stop, this isn't right at all..

"Tom," she stare up me. "Why are you doing this?"

I bend my body, "because i want to?"

"Why?"

"You're drunk, lou."

"Don't change the topic, idiot." She rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I'm not an idiot." I respond.

"Then stop acting like one." She told me.

"Do you really hate me?" I asked.

They say drunk people tell truth, i want to know the truth.

She shrugged her shoulder, "i want to."

"Why do you want to?"

"You look cute when you're mad.."

My heart pound at my chest rapidly, our face are inches close. I want to crash my mouth at her, and feel how she taste.

"Am i?" I smirk.

"Yes, i found you really.. Attractive." She confess.

We stare for a moment, "stop," she narrowed her eyebrows. "Stop, because you're giving me hope that you will also like me."

"You're just, so breathtaking." I added.

"I'm pretty breathless right now.." Her voice rush down my spines, her hand shaking up my cheeks. I tried to pulled away, but she stop me by her free hand.

I tried to ignore the signs, i tried to say this isn't true. She stare down at my lip, her eyes beautiful by it's own way. I never feel like this with other people i have been taking taste of, not with her.

She was different.

"I don't actually like you," she spoke. "What we are is that what it is."

Oh.

"What's your type?" I change the topic. I run my hand behind the seat she was sitting, lowering her seat.

"I don't know, tall, good hair, Good looking, beautiful eyes," she started explaining, her elbow Supporting her body as i crawl toward her now laying body.

"And?" I ask, smirking slightly. "Charming?" She mumbled.

"What do you want me to say?" She ask curiously. "My name." I put my arms besides her head.

She stops, a runt smile cover her beautiful face. "I'm waiting." I broke the silence.

"Keep waiting." She tease.

She upped her head, the breath coming from her lips make me want her. I let her, her lips brushing at the skin of mine. Her eyes close, i can taste the fresh liquor from her tongue.

I slam her at the seat, my weight made her kiss me deeper. Right now, i kiss her back. But something keep missing, kissing her felt wrong.

She's just drunk.

That three word keep repeating at my head, but i don't even care if she's drunk or not— if we fuck then we fuck, it's just depending on the situation we are right now.

I don't wanna do things faster between us though, considering we still treat ourselves as enemy. There's no good interaction, neither anything miracle.

I can't even imagine i have attract at her, it was true that i like her. I want to own her, something about her made me want to be close at her.

I was falling deeper at her as i thought i wouldn't.

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𝖧𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗍𝗒!