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"Jesus..." Tom muttered looking at you, his eyes wide. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready.
You looked down at yourself quickly then back up at him.
"What?" you frowned, fidgeting with your straps, "You said cocktails and the club."
"Yeah, but...," he ran a hand through his hair and laughed a little, "You uh...look..."
"I look what, Tom?" you made a face, checking yourself in the mirror, "You bought this for me for fuck's sake."
"Yeah, but the hanger didn't have those tits or your legs," he smiled sheepishly.
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You looked back at him, doing a bit of a spin, smirking, "You like?"
He nodded fast and cleared his throat, "Very much so."
Your smirked turned into a smile, "Come here," you said.
He stood up and walked over to you.
"Did you have to wear the heels that make you ten feet tall?" he whined.
You laughed realizing you were several inches taller than him.
"Aw, my little man," you teased, patting him on the head.
He jerked his head away, "Don't mess up my hair."
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your clutch.
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Imagine: Boy Toy
FanfictionSo 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...
