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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You stopped and closed your eyes. Your head was swimming with flashes and memories. You felt like you were going to be sick. Breathe, Y/N, you told yourself. Look, Tom's still here. He hasn't bolted for the door. You opened your eyes and looked at those beautiful brown eyes of his.
"Three weeks later, Michael died. I couldn't go to the funeral. I couldn't go back to work. I put in my resignation and entered into a downward spiral, numbing myself anyway I saw fit. Then, when the divorce was finalized, I put a deposit on a flat near Kingston University, packed my suitcase and ended up here."
You kept Tom's gaze. He leaned forward and took your cup out of you hand. You didn't realize how badly your hands were shaking until you saw droplets of tea on your lap. You watched him put the cup aside, along with his, then he took your hands in his.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry you went through that. It sounds shattering. I can't even imagine what it must feel like. But I'm glad you finally opened up to me. I feel like I only had a part of you before and I don't want just a piece of you. I want all of you." He brushed a tear away with his thumb.
"Even still, though? You don't think any less of me?" you asked.
He laughed, "Of course not! I mean, do I need to be concerned about you and Bill?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You giggled, "Oh indeed. If I was about 20 and male. Actually, you're more Bill's type than me."
Tom scooted closer on the couch and brought your hands to his lips.
"Thank you for trusting me with this. I understand now why you're so hesitant about everything. I told you before I don't want to ever make you uncomfortable. If it ever gets too much, just tell me to stop."
You looked at him and sighed. He was so handsome and understanding and Jesus, when was the other shoe going to drop with this kid?! There's gotta be a catch. "I don't want you to stop," you said, truthfully and honestly, maybe for the first time since you met him.
Tom raised his eyebrows, surprised, "You sure?"
And right then, you knew, you were more sure of him than anything in your life. You wanted him. You wanted to be his. Be fearless, be happy. Be mine.
You suddenly kissed him with everything you had been holding onto. You released your grief and your trepidations in that kiss. You said goodbye to the past and welcomed the future in that kiss.
Tom slipped your shirt off and laid you back onto the cushions, his hands wandering all over your flesh. He found the belt loops in your jeans and yanked them down.
"I missed you so much," he said in between kisses. You tore his shirt off, ripped trousers off with such ferocity. You just wanted the comfort of his skin against yours. And when the last article of clothing disappeared, you finally had him. You weren't going to let go this time.
You pulled your lips away and whispered in his ear, "Don't ever stop, Tiger."
