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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Hours later, you were roused by a wet, hot tongue across your cheek. You opened your eyes to find Tessa staring at you happily.
"Hey girl," you smiled, reaching over to pet her. She wagged her tail then hopped off the bed and down the hall. Your eyes followed her and spotted Tom in the main room, pacing back and forth while talking on his phone. You couldn't quite make out the conversation but he gestured wildly as he spoke. He was like some cartoon come to life. You laughed a little and made your way to the bathroom, inspecting yourself in the mirror. Yikes! You looked like you were rode hard and put away wet.
"Well, I kinda was," you said to yourself smiling.
Tom didn't sound like he was letting up any time soon, so you took the chance to shower and get made up. You finally emerged from the bedroom, fully-clothed and about 1 lb. of make up heavier. Tom was still pacing, wearing only his trousers, his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions, you were convinced it had a mind of its own. He heard you enter and turned around smiling, still chatting away. He gave a little shrug and mouthed, "work" at you. You nodded, not bothered.
He winked and continued talking, "I think the thing that Marvel has done is...."
You stopped listening, entranced by his body. You watched the muscles in his arms, chest, and stomach flex with every pronounced gesture. It was hypnotizing really. He was a goddamn work of art. Michelangelo could not have done better.
"And it's going to be such an amazing take...." he resumed.
You went to check the coffee situation, tuning him out, and were devastated to find there was none. Tom saw you and tapped on the counter getting your attention. You turned away from the cupboard and he slid a cup of coffee towards you. It was from the cafe up the block. You took the lid off to peer inside. Black. He then dug in his pocket, pulling out a wad of sugar packets and creamers and slid those towards you as well. You beamed. Bless him! Now you were freshly fucked, with a hot cup of joe, and a half naked man in your flat. Could this morning get any better?
"And basically Peter Parker is like any kid in high school..."
You stopped stirring your coffee and looked up at him. Wait. What the fuck? Did he just say Peter Parker?
