A Little Break From Reality

Chapter 7

Tom's POV

Light leaking through my window woke me from my perfect slumber. I had the most amazing dream that the girl from the coffee shop- I looked down only to have my dreams confirmed. I smiled inwardly. There was Jen wrapped around me with her face pressed against my chest, her warm breath coming out in steady breaths as she slept. She was naked which answered a lot of my questions. I traced my finger gently down her neck and along the contours of her back. She groaned quietly as she slept but she did not stir. I lay there while the memories flooded back to me. I smiled widely when I remembered all the events from the previous night. Movement against my chest broke me free from my thoughts. I looked down to see to tired but content eyes staring happily up at me and a smile crept slyly across Jen's face. I brushed a few stray stands of hair from her face, grazing my finger tips against her cheek as I did so. When I tucked the hair behind her ear, I placed my hand on the face, caressing it.

“Good morning, my dear,” I chimed.

“Good morning,” she replied sweetly.

“Sleep well, I presume?” I chuckled.

“Mhm, very much so,” she told me as she stretched, wincing as she did so before crawling up to lie with her head against my shoulder. I began to worry.

“Jen? Jen, are you okay?”

“Mm, what? Yeah, I'm fine, my muscles a little, that's all,” she admitted, smiling up at me. I kissed her forehead and in response she pulled my face down to hers and locked our lips. I smiled contently against her lips as our tongues danced around one another like wildfire.

Tom's POV

Light leaking through my window woke me from my perfect slumber. I had the most amazing dream that the girl from the coffee shop- I looked down only to have my dreams confirmed. I smiled inwardly. There was Jen wrapped around me with her face pressed against my chest, her warm breath coming out in steady breaths as she slept. She was naked which answered a lot of my questions. I traced my finger gently down her neck and along the contours of her back. She groaned quietly as she slept but she did not stir. I lay there while the memories flooded back to me. I smiled widely when I remembered all the events from the previous night. Movement against my chest broke me free from my thoughts. I looked down to see to tired but content eyes staring happily up at me and a smile crept slyly across Jen's face. I brushed a few stray stands of hair from her face, grazing my finger tips against her cheek as I did so. When I tucked the hair behind her ear, I placed my hand on the face, caressing it.

“Good morning, my dear,” I chimed.

“Good morning,” she replied sweetly.

“Sleep well, I presume?” I chuckled.

“Mhm, very much so,” she told me as she stretched, wincing as she did so before crawling up to lie with her head against my shoulder. I began to worry.

“Jen? Jen, are you okay?”

“Mm, what? Yeah, I'm fine, my muscles a little, that's all,” she admitted, smiling up at me. I kissed her forehead and in response she pulled my face down to hers and locked our lips. I smiled contently against her lips as our tongues danced around one another like wildfire.

My phone began to ring from from somewhere in the room. It would be wherever my clothes were and I was exactly sure where they were. The ringing came as a surprise and caused Jen to jump a little. I giggled while I attempted to find my phone. When at last I found it, my heart sank when I saw the caller ID. It was my agent. 

"Hello?" I answered. 

"Ah Tom! I need to see you, we need to talk. Lots to discuss-" He started to arrange plans but I cut him off. 

"Now isn't a brilliant time, I'll phone you back later," I said, trying to make it obvious that I was busy. 

"What of course it is!" A long dreary tone signalling that the line was dead filled my ears. I sighed in relief, I turned to go back to the bed when my agent burst through the door, regretting it as he did so. His eyes went wide as he took in the scene in front of him. A girl in my bed, naked and only covered from the waist down and me, his client standing in the middle of the room, with nothing on.

Jen's POV 

I watched Tom make his way across the room to his phone. He was still naked but I wasn't going to say anything. His long legs carried him across the room, the muscles flexing visibly as he did so. His shoulder blades stuck out gently from his slim back. Even though his body was slim, Tom was still pretty well built. His chest was mostly muscle, but it was the perfect proportion between muscle and fat. Tom found and answered his phone as I sat, studying every contour of Tom's magnificent body. It wasn't until Tom started making his way towards me that I had even realised he had hung up the phone. It was a sudden out burst to the room that caused me to tear my eyes away from Tom. A short, stocky man stood at the door wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of him. I instantly became fully aware that I was only covered by a blanket from the waste down and that my chest was fully on display to this stranger. I frantically pulled at the covers trying to hide myself, my cheeks flared up rapidly. I looked to Tom who stared at the man. 

"I, eh, sorry!" The man yelled before backing out of the door just as quickly as he had barged in. Tom relaxed a little, turned to me and told me, 

"My agent knows no boundaries." Before he slipped gracefully into a pair of slacks. "Two minutes," Tom excused himself.

Tom's POV 

"What on earth, William? What are you doing here?" I quizzed my agent, furious to his intrusion. 

"Sorry, I, eh, I just came over to ask if you had decided what movie you would to star in," William stammered. 

"Loki, in Thor. It seems to be the more logical decision." 

"Ah, brilliant, good call." He told me. "Your first run though isn't 'till next Friday so the next week is yours to do as you please. I'll be on my way now and please tell your... Lady friend that I am sorry for barging in." William apologised and I nodded. 

"Good bye, William." I headed back to my bedroom while William saw himself out.

On entering my bedroom, I noticed Jen had found one of my T-shirts and pulled it on. On her short build it came to her thighs and looked more like a dress than a T-shirt. 

"He's gone," I told her, as I climbed onto the bed beside her, "He came to talk business." 

"I understand. Is duty calling?" She asked, with a hint of disappointment in her voice. 

"Oh no, I'm free until next Friday," I smiled mischievously. I watched Jen's eyes light up like the lights on a Christmas tree.