THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

"The way you feel when you kiss him for the first time. Like fire within your bones. Like your soul has returned to the water. Like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again."
—
Alexa Sinclair

He is indeed holding my hand.

And I am not at Abby's house.

We were almost at wherever the heck, in the middle of freakin' Iowa.

I think freak my shit, has became our song.

"I said bitch you just addicted, because of what the dick did!" He turned it all the way up.

We took turns singing the "do you like this position?" part.

"Did the sippin' get you interested in kissing women?" Tom got that part.

I was about to sing mine, before he immediately turned it down. "What, what's wrong?" I frowned, missing my music.

"There's a cop behind us, I don't wanna draw any attention." He explained, aw man.

These dang drug dealers.

Tom turned into an empty road, discreetly watching the road behind him through his rear view, we drove straight for about fifteen minutes, until he stopped the truck.

"Shorty, stay in here, don't come out." He gave me the stern finger, pointing it in my face.

I gave him a thumbs up, he let go of my hand placing a small kiss on my knuckles.

I'm feeling tingles again.

Tom got out of the truck, going to the back. I ducked my head down a little, doing as he said. I am not going to die today guys!

It was only ten in the morning, which means we should be home by 3PM, after stopping to get gas and food, stuff like that.

Tom said we'd have to take the long way back, just incase. Of what? I'm not sure.

I waited for him, playing on my phone.

Around ten minutes I huffed, feeling heated.

I can't believe he dragged me into this.

After thirty minutes of me sitting like a statue, he finally came back.

"Are we clean now, no more las drugas?" I held my hands up, he dove into his pockets, throwing three fat wads of cash in my lap.

"I think we're good." He grinned.

Is this considered blood money? Oh god.

"Tom, get this out of my lap!" I shrilled, not touching it. "Ah, do me a favor will ya? Just recount it, make sure it's thirty."

"Thirty what?"

"Thousand."

I'm going to scream.

My jaw propped open, he clicked his tongue. "Look, all you have to do, is make sure all thirty grand is there. And then we take it to my guy, to get it swapped out for clean money."