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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Tom caught you staring at him and looked away. You were frozen, spoon in mid-stir, with a quizzical look on your face. He finished his call and slipped his phone in his pocket, taking a seat on the stool next to you.
"Sorry about that," he said a bit sheepishly, "Took longer than I thought." He fidgeted with a sugar packet, not looking at you.
"Work," you said.
He nodded, his attention solely on the sugar packet. Flipping it, spinning it, flicking it.
"The acting kind," you stated.
He nodded again. Flipping, spinning, tossing it up in the air.
"And that was....?"
"Entertainment Weekly," he replied. He flicked the sugar packet across the counter, watching it land on the floor.
You kept your eyes on him. Did you really have to pry the information from him like this? You were attempting to actually get to know him. Sure, he could just be some young piece of ass if that's all you wanted. Maybe that's all you wanted. That's really all you could handle at the moment, right? You kept telling yourself that, at least. Still you liked the moments outside of the bedroom just as much as in. And genuinely wanted to know everything about him. Although he seemed hesitant to talk about "work."
You decided to let him off the hook. You weren't exactly forthcoming with your life either. Talking about Jason and your existential crisis wasn't a conversation you wanted to delve into at the moment. He can keep his secrets. You weren't bothered.
You stood up, "I've got to head to work soon," you said, giving him the hint to leave.
"Right," he said, grabbing his shirt from the counter and slipping it over his head. He made a futile attempt to smooth his hair down and grabbed Tessa's leash from the floor.
"Call you later?" he stooped down to hook the leash on Tessa's collar, and looked up at you, hopefully.
"Listen," you said coming around the counter, "you don't have to, really." Atta girl, Y/N. Keep him at arm's length just like we talked about. Remember Rule #2: Don't get wrapped up in a guy.
"It was fun and maybe we should do it again, but don't feel obligated, really. We don't have to pretend this is anything more," you shrugged.
His brow furrowed, "But what if I want something more?"
You laughed, "Come on, Tom. You can't possibly think that this could work. I mean, you're 19. I'm 35. Thirty-five, ok? Let that sink in."
He stood there, biting his lip as you continued to reason.
"You're really wonderful and really," your mind flashed to him on top of you, "really hot, but..."
He took a deep breath.
You shrugged again, "I just don't think-"
"I'm Spider-Man," he said quickly, cutting you off.
