She's Coming Home

Chapter 13

She's Coming Home

Chapter 13~

Lily's POV:
Tom's body became less of a struggle to walk with; the alcohol seeming to drain out the slightest bit. But not enough space to stop the random laughs and giggles that fall from his lips for no reason. The rest of the walk home had consisted of no more talking; only my hand pushing his away as he would try to touch my bum, my back, my hips, and my boobs. I had become to think that he was actually stupid enough to not just stop about the seventh time of me swatting his hands away.

I help Tom to my bed, the new light of the room making my eyes somewhat widen. The impact of the punch he had received is already forming a large bruise along his jaw with a cut, his bottom lip holding a gash.

"Stay here." I tell Tom, my hands firmly placed on his shoulders.

I shake my head as I take a look at the view in front of me, a drunk Tom on my bed. Not even two weeks ago I hoped I'd never, ever, see him again.

"I'll be glad to stay here .... on your bed." He says to me, winking cheekily.

I roll my eyes at him before walking downstairs, not even wanting to know what Tom is up to as I pour a mug of black coffee, two Advils clutched at my hand as I walk back upstairs; as well as a towel.

I couldn't help but let out a soft laugh as I see Tom under the sheets of my bed, his eyes closed before he hears my presence from me setting the coffee cup down on my nightstand; his eyes opening.

He sits up, a bare chest being revealed. My eyebrows scrunch together as my eyes flicker to my floor, clothes carelessly discarded on the carpet.

"Tom, if you don't have underwear on, I'm going to smack the shit out of you." I tell him.

He laughs, my comforter falling further down his chest as he scoots forward, relief hitting me as I see he has boxers on.

"Here." I hold out the pills, Tom taking them from my palm.

"I can't drink that black." Tom tells me as he points to the coffee cup.

"Well you're going too. It will help with the headache that you're bound to have." I tell him, cautiously sitting on the end of the bed, finding it hard not to stare at his revealed flesh.

His eyes flutter to look at me over the rim of the coffee cup as he takes a drink to wash down the pills, an amused grin on his face once his lips are in view again.

"You know, I don't bite." He laughs, noticing my stiff posture on the completely different corner of the bed.

"Yes, but you do rape." I say sarcastically, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips as he laughs.

"Finish the coffee." I tell him, a grumble of unwantedness leaving Tom.

"I'll be right back." I say, picking up the scrap towel that I had brought up, walking to my bathroom to run it under the tap.

I walk in to see Tom touching at his lip again, looking up at me.

"That's what this is for." I say, handing out the towel.

"Do it for me, won't you?" He asks me, laying down on his back.

The alcohol is wearing off, and I can tell by how tired he is acting. I sit down at the edge of the bed before scooting back slowly so I sit next to him, one of his eyes peeking open to look to me before it closes again.

I sigh as I gently wipe the towel over his lip, his nose crinkling.

"Are you going to tell me why you went out and drank?" I ask quietly.