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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"Bloody hell!" Tom shouted and jumped out of bed, looking around for his clothes. The morning sun shone on his naked body, as he frantically pulled his underwear and trousers on. He nearly fell face first onto the floor twice. He really was a cartoon. You watched with amusement.
"What's up?" you asked, sitting up to check the time on your phone.
"I've got a meeting in 30 minutes," he panicked, and sat on the edge of the bed to tie his laces.
"Oh shit," you said and looked around to help, but how were you going to help, lying naked in bed?
"Where's my phone?" he spun around, patting himself down.
"It's in your back pocket, spazz," you laughed. There- you helped!
He patted his butt to confirm and stood still for a second, taking a breath, "Ok."
"Ok?" you asked. Poor guy.
"Ok," he smiled then leaned over and quickly kissed you before sprinting down the hall.
"Call you later," he shouted as he let himself out the door. And like that, he was gone before you could even answer.
You leaned back against your pillow and tapped on your phone : Thanks for swinging by, Underoos 😚.
No kissy heart face for him. No hearts at all. We are not going down that road, Y/N, your brain advised.
About an hour later, you headed out the door ready to enjoy your day off. You had your heart set on a pair of heels from Irregular Choice and figured today is as good a day as any to finally buy them. You hopped on the train to Camden, excited for some retail therapy, when your phone buzzed. You smiled, thinking it was a text from Tom in response to your kissy (no heart, your brain said again) face.
