That Perfect Stranger

Chapter 14

This is the last chapter until next weekend! Hope you enjoy

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Sleeping with another person just felt really weird. I'm used to sleeping by myself and spreading my arms and legs out, but sleeping with Tom...it was different.

It felt like if I moved he would wake up or I would be taking up so much room. The whole entire night I stayed on my side of the bed, hardly moving. If I rolled over it wouldn't seem right seeing someone in the same bed with me.

I woke up and felt like...something had changed. I rolled over and saw empty space. Frowning and confused, I sat up and looked over near the door, seeing that it was open.

Hmm me must be already awake.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. Without thinking, I walked up to the closed bathroom door and opened it. Another thing i'm used to doing because of how long I have lived by myself.

In front of the mirror stood Tom, all dripping wet with only a towel around his waist while he was having a shave. Ok I was like half asleep and ready to collapse to the floor and go to sleep but as soon as I saw this, I was defiantly fully awake.

I froze in the doorway and just stared at him with wide eyes. He turned his head towards me. "Good morning." I tried to say something but all that came out was a moan.

He chuckled and put the razor down, facing me. "Are you ok?" I started to go red. I wanted to leave so I could stop being so weird but then I wanted to stay and feel him...look at him I mean.

"Your wet." He frowned a bit and chuckled. "Excuse me?" I shook my head. "I mean your body...it's hot, no no it looks hot from the shower so your wet, your body is wet...i'm just gonna..."

I quickly closed the door and left, heading back to the bedroom as fast as possible. I closed the door behind me and dived into the bed.

What the hell was that Poppy!!! Seriously!! Ugh, why can't I act normal around him when he's like that!!

After a few minutes Tom came back in except he was finally dressed and he had finished his shave. He put his boxers away and some other things.

As he did that I peered through a tiny little gap so he couldn't see that I was watching him and so that he thought I was asleep.

Every now and then he would look over at the bed with an expression I couldn't read. I'm not sure if it was good or bad. He hung his wet towel up and then made his way over to the bed. Crap!

I quickly closed my eyes and pretended that I was asleep. Suddenly the cover was lifted up and he was kneeling over me. "I know your awake, I could see you looking at me."

I smiled and rolled over, turning my back to him. "Aw don't be like that." He sat on me, both legs on each side of me. "Did you decide you don't want to talk to me anymore?"

It was hard to ignore him because of the perfect view of his crotch he was giving me. I looked away, trying not to fall for it.

"Hmm? You walked away and didn't say good morning." I groaned, trying to get him off me. "Leave me alone." He chuckled. "Did I do something wrong?"

I felt him snake his hands up to my stomach. "Don't." He started to tickle me as I still tried to get him off me. "Tom!" He started to laugh at how ticklish I was.

"What do you have to say?" I kept wriggling around like a crazy person. "Plea-ha ha ha...please T-Tom!! Stop! I-i'm beggi-ha ha!! Begging you to stop!!!!!"