𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐭.𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡

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priscilla

Tom's kiss is insane.

The man kisses like he's just seen the last woman on Earth and needs her so desperately while trying to not scare her off at the same time.

It's not like when he first kissed me, when he'd really known me for a week or something, it's hot and it's real and I love him so much.

"Angel-" He groans while still carrying me, slamming the door to his hotel room and pressing me up against it. I yelp, my lower back being pressed hard into the doorknob.

Tom's eyes widen and he pulls back, breathlessly asking. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I grin, laughing just as breathlessly as I peck his lips again. "Mhm, you just pushed me right into the doorknob."

"Oh!" He laughs with me before it turns back into heavy breathing and sweet moans, him kissing up and down my neck. "Sorry, sweetheart."

I am so happy.

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Two and a half hours and a few bottles of beer later, I'm being cradled against Tom's body while he sits against the headboard with him gently mumbling songs of his to me.

The next morning, I woke up way before Tom. I hardly have a hangover which means Tom definitely won't but I still order him food. In a way, I'm sucking up. Trying to show that I listen to him and I know him. So what do I order him? McDonald's hash browns since he told me he likes to have them after drinking.

When he woke up, he found me and kissed me again. And again. And again. For the next week, kisses, kisses, kisses.

So why, on Thursday, do I see pictures of him all over the internet kissing someone else?

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