So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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An hour later, the buzzer to the door went off again.
"I really hate that thing," you sighed. On the other side, was some sort of commotion. Sounded like something hitting the floor, followed by muffled cursing.
"Some help here!?" Tom shouted from the other side.
You opened the door and were met with a comical sight. Tom was trying to juggle what looked like a pizza box, several take-away bags, a jug of water, a six pack of beer, a giant bag of crisps, all the while attempting to hold the leash that Tessa had managed to tangle around his leg.
"Tessa!" you exclaimed, squatting down to give her some love. Tom continued to stand there, struggling.
"I'm going to drop this!" he said through gritted teeth.
You stood up and grabbed the water and beer, freeing up one of his hands . He hurried inside, still tangled up, stumbled forward, and caught himself on the counter.
"Easy, cowboy," you remarked, unhooking Tessa's collar from her leash. She took off down the hall to explore her new surroundings.
Tom settled onto a stool, placing everything on the counter, ran a hand through his hair and smiled. "Hi," he said, beaming at you.
"That was quite an entrance," you laughed, "What is all of this?" You peeked inside one of the bags.
"Proper English hangover food." He presented everything on the counter. "We've got sausage rolls, prawn cocktail crisps, chips, Maltesers, beer, and..." he opened what you thought was a pizza box, "fairy cakes."
You looked at the spread, wide eyed, then at him, "Oh my god, I love you." You grabbed a sausage roll and took a huge bite, closing your eyes. You moaned, "Mmmmm, it's so good." You licked your lips and opened your eyes. Tom was resting his chin in his hand just watching you with a small smile on his face.
"What?" you asked, wiping your mouth with a napkin.
"I've just never seen a sausage roll devoured in such a way," he laughed, shaking his head.
You crinkled your nose and walked around the counter to grab a beer. You popped the cap off and looked at him seriously.
"Thank you. This was really thoughtful and honestly the only thing in my fridge is week old tikka masala and a packet of mustard."
"Now we can feast like kings," he said hopping off his stool to come closer to you. You watched him approach and took a swig of your beer. The closer he got, the louder your heart sounded in your ears. He took the beer out of your hand and placed it on the counter. He grabbed your waist and brought you into a soft and delicate kiss. Nothing like the night before. This was sweet and tender and completely out of left field.
He pulled his lips away and held your face in his palm, brushing you cheek with his thumb.
"Y/N, I have something really important to ask you," his eyes were serious and oh so damn sexy. You could barely hear him over the sound of your heart steadily racing. What the fuck was happening here?
He stepped back and held a dvd in each hand, his face erupting into a cheeky grin. "My Cousin Vinny or Stepbrothers?"
