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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"Listen, forget what I said earlier," you said, watching Tom take the horses back to their stalls.
"Which part?" he looked at you frowning, "The part where I fall out of love with you or the part where I fall in love with someone else?"
You cringed, "All of it?"
"You know, Y/N, it's a bit insulting for you to think I would just leave you for someone else. After everything that's been said. You think so little of me?"
"Of course not..."
"If you ask me, I should be more concerned about you." Tom shot you a knowing look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" you tilted your head, eyebrows raised.
"I think you know exactly what it means." he replied, latching the stall door and wiping his hands on his jeans.
You glared at him for a moment than walked away. He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, "Shit."
"I should have never told you about Michael," you said hearing him approach you, "l knew you'd throw it back in my face one day."
"Y/N, I'm sorry. That was out of line," Tom grabbed your hand. You turned around.
"But you don't think that, right?" you asked, "You don't think I'd actually cheat on you, do you?" He must know you'd never do that to him. You were his, body and soul.
Tom shook his head, "Of course not, darling. But, to be fair, you suggested that I would."
"Well, you're a 20 year-old male with a penis!" you exclaimed, as if that was a reasonable explanation. Wasn't it, though?
"That is accurate," he smiled, "a little redundant, though. Most males have penises. Did you see Gerald's?" his eyes grew wide and you started laughing. You always end up laughing with him. He kissed the hand he held and led you to the car.
"How about we stop torturing ourselves with thoughts of the other cheating and trust that what we have is strong enough to carry us through a few months of separation, hm?" Tom offered.
He was right. It was stupid to waste energy on the What ifs. He did a number on you, though. You were never the jealous or suspicious type before. But with him, suddenly you cared so much that the thought of losing him was too devastating. Does that mean I didn't care before, you thought. Maybe you never really loved until now
Well, shit, that doesn't make it any easier. On the contrary...
"I'm sorry," you said, "I have no reason to not trust you. It's totally unfair of me to feel that way."
"Oh I get it," he chuckled, "My girlfriend has the libido of a porn star. How do you think that makes me feel?"
You started laughing, "Lucky?" Why did you all of a sudden feel so flattered being compared to a porn star?
"I mean," he continued, "you can't even brush your teeth in the morning without getting aroused by your electric toothbrush."
"Well, it is a Spider-Man toothbrush," you pointed out.
He smiled and you thought to yourself once again...
"Don't fuck this up," but you actually said it aloud and Tom thought you were saying it to him.
"I don't plan on it," he said then pushed you gently against the car, kissing you. You leaned into his lips, curling your finger around a strand of his hair. Any excuse to get your hands on that fucking hair.
"Now, let's go back to your place and try this out," he pulled out a riding crop from the back seat and gave you a wicked grin.
"What do you think?" he asked whipping the side of the car with a loud smack.
You bit your lip and raised an eyebrow, "Giddy up, Tiger."
