"Do you think I should block Marcus?" Lizzie asked Tom as she sat on his bed with him.
This was a regular occurrence for them by now. After dinner they'd both just sit in Tom's bedroom until they fell asleep.
Tom looked up from his phone to meet her eyes. "Whatever you want."
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "You can give me your opinion, I'm not going to think it's controlling."
Living with the actor was amazing. He was perfect in every way.
Except it felt like he constantly walked on eggshells around her. He was so careful with what he said, what he did - doing anything and everything he could to not resemble Marcus Runt in the slightest.
"Tell me what you're really thinking." She said, crawling across the mattress to be beside him.
"I think..." He muttered, reaching forward to hold her by the shoulders and pull her in. "You look gorgeous crawling over to me like that."
He pulled her on top of him, hands moving down to grip her waist.
Lizzie grinned down at him, her hands drifting up and down his bare chest.
They spent a few moments like that, just staring at each other until she quietly spoke up.
"Can you believe we're not in a relationship?"
"I know... Rach says we are, though." Tom smiled when the woman on top of him laughed. "Can you believe we've not properly kissed?"
Lizzie frowned. "We've kissed."
"Not properly kissed. We were drunk and horny."
She nodded slowly, licking her bottom lip as she stared at his own pair.
"... I'm one of those things right now."
Tom huffed and quickly switched the two of them around so he was above her.
She gasped as he did so, the feeling of his strong hands on her sending tingles down her spine.
His legs straddled Lizzie's hips, subtly trapping her in place. He looked down at her with that stupidly intense eye contact, his hands already gliding up her skin under her shirt.
Then Tom kissed her. His lips crashed against hers so hard it made her head spin, a feeling erupting in her that Marcus never made her experience.
His lips moved against hers as if it was what he was born to do.
Lizzie's arms moved up and wrapped around his neck, her legs copying the action with his waist and bringing his hips to hers, making them both moan at the friction.
"Block him, you're mine." Tom muttered against her neck as he kissed the skin.
Lizzie let out a soft whimper before breathing. "Okay."
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