Every Second of Every Minute of Everyday - Tom Holland - Book 1

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I woke up to Tom putting one of his hoodies on my half naked frame.

"I didn't mean to wake you." Tom whispers, kissing my forehead. "You were shivering and the blankets weren't doing anything."

"It's fine. I was having a nightmare." I whisper sleepily, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to me.

Tom awes as he pulls me into his bare chest. He puts one hand on the back of my head, playing with my hair, the other around my waist, keeping me to him. I nuzzle my head against his chest, feeling his warmth spread over me.

"What was your nightmare about?" Tom asks softly, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

"Hmm, you had gotten into a car crash. You were in the hospital and when you woke up, you were terrified. You were screaming for me, but no one was allowed back to you, only the doctors. Then there was this hospital shooting or something, I don't know. Just a whole bunch of men with guns. They started shooting everyone. They were going after you and I couldn't get to you in time. When I finally got to you, they had already shot you. But you weren't dead, you were bleeding out. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't even hold you. I had to watch you die through a glass window."

By the time I finished talking, I was sobbing, remembering the pain as if it really happened.

"It felt so real." I cried, covering my face with the sleeves of the hoodie.

"Hey, hey, hey. Babe, I'm right here. Nothing's going to happen to me. I'm right here. Shhh, it's okay." Tom cooed, rubbing my back soothingly.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly against me as I sobbed. When I finally stopped crying, I pulled away, hiding my face from him.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." I mumble, wiping my face.

"Darlin, that's what I'm here for. I'm here for when you're high and when you're low, not just one. Okay? I love you. I'd do anything for you." Tom mumbles against my head as he kisses my forehead.

I take in a deep breath and just close my eyes.

"What's on the agenda for today?" I ask him after a moment.

"Interviews." Tom sighs. "You're totally invited to join me, I'm sure they'll be asking about you."

"I think if I'm going to date a movie star, then I'm going to have to date the spotlight too, yeah?" I chuckle as I stretch with a yawn.

Tom laughs and is quick to tickle my sides, causing me to shriek and turn away from him.

I grab his hands and pull them away from me. I roll over into his arms and let him wrap them around me.

"I think that we should get up." I mumble to him.

"I think so too." Tom mumbles back. But neither of us made a move to get up. Tom kisses my head and sighs. "Come on, let's get going."

I groan as Tom gets up, but I grab his hand and pull him back, gently pulling his lips to mine, kissing him passionately.

"You make me happy." I whisper against his lisp. Tom moans as he pulls away.

"You're making this so hard..." Tom groans, kissing me again. I smirk against his lips.

"That's the point." I laugh, pulling him closer.

"I fucking hate you." Tom mutters, holding his weight by putting his hands by the side of my face.

"You love me."

And there it was, ladies and gentlemen...round 2...

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