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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You felt a finger run along your brow. Your eyes fluttered open to see Tom's beautiful brown eyes staring back at you.
"Watching me sleep?" you smiled slowly.
Tom lifted his phone in front of his face.
*Click*
Your hand flew up to cover your face.
"Tom!" you shouted. He laughed mischievously.
"Just adding to my collection," he winked.
"What kind of collection do you have, Tom?" you grabbed his phone from his hand and started scrolling through his photos. He pounced on you, trying to get it back. You slapped him away and held on tightly until he relented, settling back against the pillows.
"Oh my god, you do have an entire gallery of photos of me," you teased.
"It's just for me. I would never show them to anyone," he said defensively.
"I should hope not!" you laughed, "there's a lot of nudes in here. Jesus, you're a proper perv, Tom," you smirked.
"I think we all know who the pervert is in this relationship, darling," he raised his eyebrows at you, knowingly.
"Tits, tits, more tits...wait," you said surprised. At the very bottom of his gallery, the first picture...
You looked over at him, incredulously, "This..."
He looked at you, then at the phone and smiled,
"She's beautiful, isn't she?"
The photo was taken of you, without you ever knowing, from that first night at Park Tavern, the night some kid and his mates came in for drinks.
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"This is from the night we met," you said quietly, "I know because I got oil on that top and had to toss it after that."
You looked over at him and gave him his phone back. You couldn't believe he had this photo of you.
"I was going to give you my number, but you ignored me after I paid our tab," he chuckled, "I just stood there, feeling stupid, and you were at the end of the bar, just chatting away like it was nothing. I was already falling for you, and I couldn't get you to even look at me."
You pulled the blanket over you shoulder and cuddled closer to him.
"I think it's the sweetest thing that you have that," you kissed his shoulder, leaving your lips there to rest against his skin. You're going to miss how he tastes.
"Why did you leave last night?" he asked suddenly.
You took a deep breath and looked up into this eyes.
"I felt ambushed, if you can be ambushed by emotions. You never told me you were leaving so soon. When you're dad said something...my heart just ripped in two," your eyes started to sting with tears. Just talking about it was upsetting you all over again.
Tom, seeing your eyes well, put his arm around you.
"I tried to tell you, though," he said, "Every time I brought up leaving, you changed the subject," he kissed your forehead and ran his hand up and down your arm, stroking you soothingly.
"And now it's tomorrow," you said sadly, "fuuuuuck," you buried your face in your pillow and groaned.
*Click*
"Tom...," you mumbled.
"Last one, I promise," he laughed, "how else do you expect me to get through four months without you?"
"You're taking this way better than me," you turned your head back to look at him.
He shook his head slowly and seriously.
"I'm not," he said. That's right-actor.
You leaned up on your elbows and closed in for a kiss. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you to him, until you rested on top of him, lips moving together, hearts hammering in unison.
"I don't think I can let you go," you whispered against his lips. How could anyone expect you to? His fingers laced around yours, his other hand sliding down your back to your hip, where he gave his too familiar squeeze.
"Do you mean to keep me in bed all day?" he gave a low growl. His lips sizzled against your neck, lighting a fuse that ran all the way down your body. You shifted on top of him, deliberately to get him more aroused. It worked.
"I do, Tiger," you said as your finger ran along the waistband of his Calvins. You hooked your finger, pulled it a little, letting it snap back against his skin.
"Take these off," you ordered, your lips on his again. He did as he was told, then rolled you onto your back, sinking deep inside of you.
"Yes, Ma'am," he moaned against your neck, and you could feel his lips smiling as he nipped at your throat. That cheeky smile of his.
You grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged as you moved faster with him.
