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 whispered, clambering off of Tom to try to dress yourself.
"Uhhhh...Yeah, mate. Just got pissed at the pub and sleeping it off, "Tom shouted, buttoning his trousers. You raised your eyebrows, grinning at him while pulling on your jeans.
The person lingered for a second then went back to his vehicle and drove off.
"Nice work," you laughed, buttoning your sweater,"very convincing."
"I'm a trained actor, motherfucker," he grinned, proud of himself.
"Your shirt's inside out," you said, rolling your eyes.
He looked down and cursed.
"Dork," you smirked and crawled into the passenger seat.
"You coming?" you asked looking over your shoulder.
"I think you already took care of that," he ran a hand through his hair and curled his lips at you. You turned away, biting your lip . The way he looked at you. It made your whole body just vibrate. It was a visceral reaction. Like you were buzzed on something. Like he was some sort of drug.
"How do you manage to do that?" he asked, joining you in the front seat.
You glanced over at him, taking deep breaths. You were still recovering from that driving lesson in the back seat.
"Do what?" you asked quietly.
"How do you ride me like some thoroughbred one minute and blush when I say something naughty the next?" he said turning on the key in the ignition.
"I don't know how to answer that," you laughed softly, "It's a little new to me." And it really was. Normally, you would hold all the cards or at least know where you stand. Your feelings for Tom scared you because they came on so intensely, so quickly. You didn't know how to trust something that seemed so out of control. You loved him so strongly and so effortlessly, that you didn't know what you were doing one minute from the next.
Tom cast a smile at you, "It's because you loooooove me," he said in his sassy voice.
"Shut up," you said trying not to smile, "Also, I don't appreciate being compared to a horse."
Tom laughed, turning the wheel to exit from the highway, "No darling, I'm the horse, you're the jockey."
"Oh," you thought about it for a second," Can I call you Seabiscuit then?"
He laughed harder, shaking his head
"No, absolutely not. I'm Tiger. I like being your Tiger," he gave a little growl and your loins lurched. My Tiger.
"Every time you call me that, I swear my trousers get tighter," he bit his lip at you, making a ridiculous face. My Tiger is a clown, you thought.
"You know," he said, "if you want to ride some real horses, I can make that happen. Do you know how to ride?" he asked.
"The only thing we ride in New York is the subway, Tom." You replied.
"You want to give it a try?" Tom asked excitedly. You could tell he really wanted to do this. What could go wrong? Are you kidding, Y/N? You're about as graceful as a gorilla. Can you see yourself perched upon a horse? Hey, it worked for the Planet of the Apes.
"Sure...," you said not sure at all, "You'll make sure I won't die, right?" You chuckled a little nervously.
He grabbed your hand and kissed it, casting a serious and endearing look your way.
"I won't let anything happen to you, Y/N...ever," he said.
Your heart thumped. He really meant it, you thought.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"I trust you," you looked him up and down then smirked, "Tiger."
Tom grinned at you, shifted in his seat a bit, then pointed to his crotch.
"See what I mean?!"
You leaned your head back and howled with laughter.
