I told him. I told him. I told him.
I told him that if he took a nap he wouldn't wake up in time to be able to take a shower and then get ready. But noooo... no one ever listens to Elizabeth! Now we're gonna be late. Great. I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 6:15 and he was still in the shower. I had been ready 10 minutes ago; he woke up 10 minutes ago. He had tried to get me to nap with him saying "Just for 20 minutes, I promise. I just need a cat nap and then I'll get up" It was tempting. Naps with him are the best sleep I get. Usually they're on the couch with me on the inside curled into the couch and him on the outside holding me in. Sometimes I'll feel him playing with my hair when he thinks I'm asleep or maybe he knows I'm awake. Either way my hair is getting played with and I'm happy. I checked my phone again, 6:25. That's it. I got up from the couch and went towards the bathroom. Steam billowed out from the door and I braced myself for the hot steam that would escape once I opened the door. I opened it and walked in and stood in front of the shower curtain. "Tom, are you done yet? We should've left 10 minutes ago." No response. I'll try again. "Tom," I said with a bit more urgency, "are you finished?"
"Yes dear, I've been finished. I was finished 5 minutes ago." the voice was coming from behind me. I spun around and he was standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was dripping wet. He was still toned from working on the new Thor movie. I sucked in my breath and tried to hide my giddiness.He was beautiful I'd give him that, but that doesn't change the fact that he was going to make us late.
"Then why aren't you dressed? And why is the shower still on?" I reached in to turn it off, avoiding getting wet at all cost.
"I can't decide which tie to wear. What do you think?" He held up a navy blue and green tie in each hand.
"Blue."
"You didn't even look."
"I know you well enough that you always choose a blue tie, so go with the blue."
He leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Thanks, love. What would I do without you?" I smiled. No, I grinned. The biggest grin possible was on my face. I pushed him away playfully, "Don't get me wet." He chuckled and disapeared into the closet. I started to go back to the living room when I yelled behind me "Be ready in five minutes!"
Tom's POV
I really need to put some clothes on. Not because I'm cold, but because she's wearing my favorite dress of hers. It's a cream color with rhinestones down the front and and long sleeves that make her look like an angel. An angel that I would glady take right here, right now on this bathroom floor.
"What do you think?" I held up a blue tie in one hand and green one in the other.
"Blue."
"You didn't even look" I sounded irritated, but I was actually fascinated. She knew me so well. She knew me better than I knew myself. She told me to go with the blue.and I went back into the closet to grab my suit. I looked at my watch lying next to the sink. Ouch... maybe I shouldn't have taken that nap. Quickly, I put on the suit, then the tie and ruffled my hair with the towel. Forget shaving I slept too late for that. I looked in the mirror, eh it wasn't too bad. It wasn't like we were going to a premiere. We were just going to dinner with Benedict and Darien. Granted we had to make these reservations months in advance, but I think I could get away with it. I slipped on my shoes and fiddled with my cuff as I walked into the living room. She was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine.
"Are you ready?" She didn't even look up, but I knew she was smiling.
"Yes. Are you?"
"I've been ready since like 6. That's one thing my dad enstilled into me: never be late." She looked at her phone. It was a new smartphone and she was glued to it 24/7. "It's almost 7, we need to go right now."
"Alright let's go." I followed her out the door and onto the sidewalk. She had already got a cab. I knew she'd do well in London. No one would even guess that she was American unless she talked. After she decided to stay here she adapted to British life quite well. She drank tea almost as much as me. I even had her style memorized: honey with a splash of millk. She always drank tea when she was reading or writing or watching TV. She drank a cup in the morning before she started working and one a night once I got home. Most of the time I would come home in the evening and find her on the couch, curled up in a blanket asleep with a book laying somewhere and a cup of tea close by. I climbed behind her into the cab and told the driver where we were going. Somehow she had slipped her hand in mine and was drawing circles on it with her thumb. I looked over at her and she smiled.
"I can't wait to eat. I'm starving. This place better be good,"
"It should be if we waited months to get in." She leaned her head on my shoulder and I kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled like lavender as always. I sniffed a little, hoping she wouldn't notice. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize that smell. It's something I held onto whenever I was gone. "Hey.", I whispered.
"What?" She looked up at me with those big brown eyes that were absolutely beautiful. Her eyes were by far her best feature. They were almond shaped. I leaned down and kissed her mouth. At first she didn't react, but then she kissed back gentle but firm. She had a way of slightly nibbling on my bottom lip that sent shivers down my spine. I pulled away and wrapped my arm around her. We should almost be to the resaturant, it wasn't too far from our flat. Just as I expected, the cab rolled to a stop and we got out. I saw her shiver and offered her my jacket.
"No, keep it on. It looks better on you anyway,"
"I quite like you in my clothes though." I looked at her and smiled.
She nudged me and laughed, "Stop it!"
I raced to the door to hold it open. I winked at her as she walked in and she rolled her eyes. If this night was going the way it has been, I don't think I will be able to stop.
