𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

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Shit, okay. Didn't expect that.

"Um. Well, I thought you'd basically be...how you are usually?"

Why is this so hard for me? I never have an issue with talking to girls about something so...'blatantly sexual' before.

"Y'know, shy? Oh, God-" I cut myself off, covering my face with my hand.

When I finally brace myself and look at Priscilla, she's biting her lip in an attempt to hide a smile.

"What are you smiling about?"

"It's just funny! I mean, you're Tom fucking Blyth-"

Maybe that should be my name from now on. Everyone seems to just enjoy putting a 'fucking' between my first and last name.

"-and you've basically just admitted that you've imagined..." Now she hits a point of shyness again. I point at her.

"Ha!"

"Shut up!"

I laugh properly now. "Maybe you should unblock that heinous bitch friend of yours and tell her."

"Oh, my God!" Scilla's laughing now, leaning forward as she does so and consequently - closer to me. "She'd lose her shit! She'd hunt me down!"

"She'd hunt you down if we actually did it."

"She'd actually throw a brick at me. She'd kill me!"

I grin. "Maybe we should do it and piss her off."

Priscilla whacks my head.

"I'm serious!" I rub my head. "I've just admitted that I fancy you and you could get back at that bitch!"

"I wouldn't tell her if we did." The blonde rolls her eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because that's weird."

"It's hot."

Priscilla goes to say something then stops. She studies me for a moment and I her.

"You wanna have sex?"

Now it's my turn to choke on air.

Fuck, yeah.

"You're serious?"

She shrugs. "I've had sex with like three guys and...well, you know what I was like in school."

"You've had sex with three guys?"

"Yeah?"

"You fucking liar!"

"I'm not lying!"

"There is no way that you have only been with three men."

"It's true!" Priscilla objects once more before holding out a hand to stop me from arguing back. "But... y'know...having the fourth guy be Tom fucking Blyth-"

That's it. I'm legally changing my name.

"-, I mean. It doesn't get much better than that."

I don't reply. She doesn't say anything more. She physically can't. Because, by the time she's got her sentence out, I've grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down onto her back on the sofa and I'm on top of her, kissing her.

I'm not thinking about consequences. Like, how she technically works for me and how we're going to do this and then have to spend at least a year together in close quarters.

While I imagined her to protest, she does the opposite. Priscilla slowly lifts her arms so that she can cup both sides of my neck with her hands. I draw back, quickly stand up and lean down to pick her up. When she's in my arms, the way I imagined her, I kiss her again, one of my hands subconsciously drifting to her ass.

"The things I want right now..." I mumble as my lips make contact with the skin of her neck and I'm already walking to the staircase with her.

I pull back when we start going up the stairs as I really don't want to drop her or anything - Paul's 'Rio incident' entering my mind.

Ew, ew, no! Not thinking about him. No.

I lay her on my bed and make quick work of taking my shirt off. I kiss her once more before laying down and gripping her hips, lifting her so she straddles my waist.

"Scilla?"

"Mhm?" Even her hum is already breathless.

She pulls back a bit to look at me and she looks even more like an angel than she ever has, her soft, blonde hair all around her face and those beautiful doe eyes giving me all the attention she has.

"If-" I swallow, my throat feeling dry. "You've gotta tell me if you feel pressured into this, or if I manage to do anything that scares you. Alright? I don't want to do this if you don't feel okay."

Priscilla lets out a breath, small smile on her face again. She leans forward, her hands on my chest, and pecks my nose. "I'm okay. Really."

I stare at her, my eyes searching for any shred of doubt in hers - finding none.

"Then by God, pretty - you're gonna be the reason I get no sleep tonight."

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