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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"No," you said.
"But it's-"
"No," you repeated, "We're not getting a golf themed bed set."
Tom stood next to the shopping cart holding up a bed set, all packaged and zipped up in plastic. He had a look on his face, like you were insane to not want to roll around on some ugly ass golf sheets.
"You're so bossy," he said putting the bed set back on the shelf, giving you a wink.
"Oh my god!!!" you sprinted down the aisle towards a familiar looking purple and green package. You hugged it against your chest and spun around smiling all excitedly.
"No," Tom said, crossing his arms.
"Come on...it's Ariel...," you waved it over your head, still spinning all around him like you were trying to entrance him. It didn't work.
"You can be a a proper idiot sometimes," he said laughing, then grabbed the package from you and shook his finger at you all sassy like.
"No," he said.
You rolled your eyes.
"Well, we need something besides the plain, white boring comforter I have," you whined.
Tom slung an arm around your neck and motioned towards the golf set.
"Or....," he said.
"I can only imagine you saying something about getting a hole in one during sex," you wrinkled your nose.
He wiggled his eyebrows at you, the way he always did when he thought he was being funny, but really he just came across as the biggest dork.
"I love all your holes, babe," he said smiling cheekily.
"Gross, Tom," you said and pinched his side, hard.
He jumped and clutched his side, "Ow! I bruise easily, Y/N!" he gasped super dramatically and really loud. Some people at the other end of the aisle looked up to see what the commotion was about.
You saw them and started giggling like you were in trouble. You leaned into him and grabbed the cart handle, pushing away from them, whispering.
"We're making a scene," you snickered.
"Darling, it's what I do for a living," Tom said, placing his arm back around you and kissing your hair while you strolled the cart down the aisle together.
You turned the corner and you both stopped and gasped.
"Yesssss!" you whispered, grabbing Tom's forearm.
"Bloody perfect," Tom smiled.
In front of you, in all it's red and blue glory, was a giant Spider-Man display: bed sheets, decorative pillows, curtains. It was basically your wet dream.
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," you said in awe.
Tom started grabbing pillows and sheets and loaded up the cart in a frenzy.
"What's the hurry, Tiger?" you asked.
He turned to you, swiftly gripping your waist, and pulled you into a deep and ferocious kiss. You staggered for a bit, completely caught off guard.
"Whoa," was all you could say, licking your lips afterwards.
"Let's go home and see how these sheets hold up," he growled.
