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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Shit, you thought, he's coming over. You stood frozen to the spot, staring at you phone. What just happened?
You began to pace around your flat, arms folded, brain whirling.
I should never have said 'girlfriend', you thought. I should have kept my mouth shut.
Your eyes rested on Jason's box in the corner of the living room, still sitting there from when you kicked it across the room. You knelt down and picked up the scattered photos, placing them back in the box. College, wedding, vacations and then...his face. Your heart dropped into your stomach and you swallowed, hearing a loud click. You held up a photo, fingers trembling. What was this doing here? Why did Jason have a picture of ...him? His eyes stared back at you, those eyes that always glinted like ice when they caught the sun. You remembered that first night thinking how could anyone's eyes be so blue. Why would Jason send this to you?
BZZZZZZZZ!
You dropped the photo with a start as the doorbell buzzed.
"Shit," you muttered, your heart racing as you scrambled to close the box.
"Coming!" you yelled and walked to the door to open it. Tom stood there, in a black suit and tie, hair slicked back, shoes gleaming. My god, he looked delicious.
"Wow," was all you could say.
He laughed at your reaction and grabbed you by the waist and started waltzing you around the room. You knew what he was trying to do.
"I'm not coming to the gala, Tom," you reiterated.
He stopped and let go of you, clearly thinking his little plan to charm you was going to work.
"Y/N, I do get it, you know." He put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the floor. He looked so dapper.
"I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he continued,"I just really wanted you there....with me." He looked up at you, trying to get a read. You knew he could never have ill intentions, but you were still getting to know each other.
"Tom, I think I've been with you in some way or another since we met. You don't find that a little unusual? Slow down or you're going to get sick of me. I mean, I'm still on the platform and you're like, racing down the track at 100 mph. And then I'm going to have to find someone else to sleep with, and that just seems like a lot of work," you joked, trying to lighten the tension but he was so serious. He shot you a look when you mentioned sleeping with someone else. You could have sworn it was jealousy.
"I don't want you to sleep with someone else," he said quietly, but he held your gaze. You felt your cheeks starting to blush. It wasn't just jealousy you saw there. There was something else too, wasn't there?
You cleared your throat, "Well, I'm a grown ass woman, Tom, and you don't get to tell me what to do," you said matter of factly. You weren't harsh about it. It's just the truth.
He pulled his hands out of his pockets and stepped towards you, grabbing your hand with both of his.
"I would never presume to tell you what to do. I respect my elders," he pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it, giving you a wink.
There is was, you thought. That's my boy. All charm and wit.
You shook your head, laughing, "You should leave the comedy to your dad, kiddo."
His face erupted into a smashing smile, as he grabbed your other hand.
"How about a compromise?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, as you furrowed yours.
"A compromise?" you asked cocking you head.
"Yes," he held his hands out and backed up a little.
"Hear me out, okay? I won't sleep with anyone else and you won't sleep with anyone else," he looked like he was presenting some idea at a company meeting or something. You couldn't help but smile at him. What a dork.
"And then maybe we can continue to spend time together and you can accompany me to things like, oh I don't know, charity galas." He raised his hands, like whatta ya think?
"Sounds an awful lot like a girlfriend, Tom." You crossed your arms and smirked.
"I mean if you want to put labels on things...," he shrugged. He was really enjoying himself.
"I don't like the term 'girlfriend'. Too cutesy." you wrinkled your nose.
"Oh absolutely," he agreed, grabbing your hands again, "You're a, what was it, grown ass woman?" He flashed you a cheeky smile.
"You're so persistent," you tried not to smile but that was always hard to do around this guy. He was going to win this one, wasn't he?
"And you're mine," he pulled you closer and kissed you tenderly. You returned his kiss fervently, gripping the lapel of his suit and smashing your lips against his. You wanted him the moment you opened that door and you were done waiting. Your hands slipped down to his belt, fumbling with the clasp. He stopped you and backed away, licking his lips.
"No, no, no. I can't mess this suit up. It was not cheap," he put his arms up defensively.
