Tall, Dark and Handsome

Chapter 15

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about." I tried again, shoving at the door, hoping he would weaken in strength for the door to finally close. The hot tears prickling in the back of my eyes threatened to spill down my cheeks if I had to stare into his sorrow filled eyes any longer. "One moment you make yourself sound sorry for being so careless and when it comes to fix the problem, you run away and forget your apology, making it sound like it should be my sole responsibility for both of us. And now you have the audacity to come running back, claiming you're sorry once again for being so-so-so cold! Did you really expect me to be okay with not only losing my virginity while also fearing that I might become pregnant all in the same day?" I lashed out, no longer fighting the tears as I let them roll down my hot flushed cheeks. I was breathing heavily now, stuttering and choking out words. "I needed-I needed some...support." I said in a much quieter voice, wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve. "I needed to have at least some comfort..."

"Amelia..." Tom spoke after a long pause filled with the sounds of my hiccups erupting from my mouth. "That's exactly why I'm here to apologize. I realized that I was far too curt with dismissing you and believe me when I say; I couldn't stop thinking of you the entire day and berating myself for being such a bastard." He rambled on, raking a hand through his dark blond curls. "I don't...do well with feelings." Tom said, fixing me a steady gaze.

"Clearly." I snorted, folding my arms across my chest, training my eyes to focus on cruddy paint job on the frame of the door. A car drove by in that moment. Its bright headlights bathed us in a bright white light, passing us as fast as it went down the road, turning around the corner. Night was slowly taking its toll in the city. Most of the houses in the neighbourhood were dark; a sign saying the owners had gone to bed.

"May I at least have the chance to make it right?" Tom looked up from the floor, blinked, and stepped forward, closing what little distance between us. His finger hooked onto my chin, parting my lips as he lowered his face closer to mine. I could see the deep green in his eyes and I could smell the wonderful contrast between early summer and his spicy cologne. Like always, I was intoxicated by him, wanting to be closer to him than we already were, wanting to feel his weight against mine, and wanting to feel his lips pressed against my flesh. Not allowing me to say any words, he pressed his lips against mine, eliciting a deep moan from within me. Hands cupping his face, our tongues tasted each other's mouth, savouring the sweet glorious taste of mint on his breath. I ran my hands through his soft hair, drawing him closer towards my significantly lower height, nipping at his lips. Without me really noticing, he nudged me inside my own flat, hooked the door with his foot and shut it. The once playful kissing soon turned to something deeper, more intense. My heated skin buzzed happily as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of my thin cotton t-shirt, touching the smooth skin on my lower back. He drew the shirt over my head, tossed it somewhere across the room and continued his skilful touch on my bra, unhooking the flimsy lacy material in a matter of seconds.

"My god." Tom growled into my ear when he cupped my breasts in his. I giggled at his comment, knowing fully well that he was impressed by my choice of undergarments. After setting an account up for me at Agent Provocateur, I had gone into the beautiful store at the edge of the city, thinking it would be a normal lingerie store. I found myself embarrassingly wrong as my eyes glazed over the many displays of delicate bras and undies, blushing at the racy attire. However, the thought of me impressing him made feel empowered enough to buy an overpriced yet absolutely gorgeous set of a lacy bra and matching underwear. I hadn't had a chance to wear it the previous night and after returning back home from the doctor's office, I decided that feeling sexy even when I was alone and miserable wouldn't be such a bad thing. I had it thrown it on to spite Tom for what he was missing but now I realized the plan had backfired. Yet, I couldn't feel too bad about it.