Promise.

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I giggle as he tickles me, childishly pulling up my top to reveal my toned stomach and poking at it annoyingly before blowing a raspberry on it, the sensation causing a eruption of laughter to escape red lips once again. 

"Thomas!" I exclaim his name with a squeal, gesturing my hands to the road in front of us. "Concentrate old man." I giggle this, brining my hand up to my face, a failed attempt to hide my growing smile.

"You're dating this old man" He grumbles this grumpily as he starts up the car, which is parked outside of our favourite restaurant. Nandos, typical I know.

"That's kinda gross..." I whisper this into his ear, unbuckling my belt as I do so moving closer to place my hand on his thigh. "I mean, how long have I been dating this old man?" I smirk as he stiffens.

"Two years today I recon." He smiles now, as if saying it outloud made all the difference from reality.

"Hmmm..." I smile, taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately. "Promise me this is forever." I look at him now, my eyes bore into his and without hesitation he replies.

"I promise."

He lied.

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