Jealousy || T.Holland ✓

5

Slight smut?

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I hated myself even more after the second night I had spent with Tom.

We hadn't had any alcohol that night, but we still manage to find ourselves in the same exact situation.

It wasn't just that time either. It was several times. Time after time again, we made love. At first I thought it was just a mistake that happened over again, because I so happened to be in the right place while Zendaya was gone, but each time Tom told me he loved me and each time I believed him.

I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot that we were hurting each other more than anyone.

We hurt each other so many times, but that's what brought us together. We showed one another so much love that we forgot about the pain momentarily.

After about six months of these accidental meet ups, I finally told him that we couldn't do it anymore. He had a girlfriend that loved him and he shouldn't be betraying her like this.

"Just one last night, before it's all over," he pleaded with me and of course I said yes.

I'm stupid, I know, but that's what love does to you and I loved this man so damn much.

Our last night was much like our first night of this affair, but this time there were more than a single 'I love you' being said and it was said by both of us instead of just Tom.

I attempted to leave about five times, but Tom didn't allow it. Each time, he would do something that begged me to stay. Whether it was hot, wet kisses on my neck, his fingers brushed lightly over my sensitive area or even his hips grinding against mine.

He didn't let me leave until he was ready, but he never seemed to be ready. The only reason we could finally leave was because he got a phone call saying he had to reshoot a scene for his new movie.

I could tell he was irritated with the director, but he didn't allow it to show in his tone.

My thumb travel over his cheek down, along his jawline, and made its way to his bottom lip as he hovered over me after tossing his phone to the side. I smiled at the memories of all the kisses we shared and my eyes met his.

"You're giving me the same look Peter gave Liz," I noted with a hint of sadness in my tone as I remembered that was one of reasons why I thought he truly didn't love me.

"That's because they use to show me pictures of you on set," he whispered before kissing my thumb.

And that's what did it.

I broke down in front of him, allowing all of my emotions from the last three years to come up once again and he held me tightly. He didn't care that he was meant to be somewhere, he just cared about taking care of me.

"It's okay," he repeated as he ran his hands through my hair. I cuddled further into his chest and allowed myself to calm down.

His phone rung numerous times and eventually, he turned it off, allowing himself to only focus on me.

"I threw it all away for nothing," I let out a shaky breath as I finally began telling him everything.

Even though it was a lot to tell him, he listened to every word and made sure to tell me it was all going to be okay.

I hated him for showing me so much love and being so understanding.

He told me he loved me over and over again and for the first time in awhile, I believed him.

I believed him, because in this situation, he had the best and he still chose to be with me.

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Happy holidays everyone!

I might not update this story for a bit since this is my last prewritten chapter and I am currently working on several other stories

Also, I stole that whole "you're giving me the same look Peter gave Liz" section from my other story If We Met In Five Years (which you should read 🔌🔌🔌) so if any of you are reading it and you see that in upcoming chapter, know that I reuse parts :)))