Layla's POV
"Hey Tom? I'm kind of cold, could I grab your hoodie?"
Bullshit, I just want to wear his sweatshirt.
"Oh yeah, of course, I'll go get it for you."
"Thanks."
He gets up and walks over to his sweatshirt. Is this real? Surely it's not. I pinch myself but I don't wake up. He climbs back onto the bed and passes me the sweatshirt, with a smile. I put it on.
"You look great in it", he compliments me as he snuggles up next to me.
His smell envelops me. I feel so safe. I glance up at him, his eyes are closed and he wears a grin on his face.
"Good night, Tom", I say before burying myself in his chest.
I could stay here, like this, forever.
"Night, Annabel."
I have never been more grateful. It's like together we can achieve anything. I'm beyond lucky. This man is more than just a pretty face. He's talented, smart, funny, kind, empathetic. He's more than anyone could ask for. I tighten my grip around him. He makes me feel special. It's like the whole world has faded away and we're the only ones left.
I look up; Tom has fallen asleep. He looks so peaceful. I try moving, so that I can grab the covers but Tom strengthens his grip. I smile. I guess I'll have to do without covers. I kiss his arm. I push all of my worries out of my head. I know Tom is right. I should focus on what is happening right now and my happiness rather than spend my life being scared of what is going to happen and what the consequences will be.
This is really short and not that good but hope you like it anyway.
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Not Just Friends
RomanceLayla, Tom and Harrison are all best friends, but Tom has always flirted with Layla and she's always liked that even though it never meant anything. Or did it?
