Xena (Zeenah) Russel and Tom Holland have been best friends since they were born. Their moms were best friends their whole lives and gave birth to the pair 2 days apart, he was born first and loves to tease her about it. They've been inseparable eve...
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Toms arms are still tightly wrapped around me when I wake up the next morning. I'm no longer laying on his chest though. Instead I'm on the other side of the bed with one arm dangling over the edge of the bed and my other one bent under my head and I'm resting on my elbow. Tom is laying behind me with his arm wrapped around my stomach. I roll over in his hold and look at his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I always thought that, but since I developed feelings for him, the way I think that changed, then changed again when we became a couple. I bring my hand up to his face and brush away a strand of hair that fell in his face. He stirs lightly at my touch, but doesn't wake up. I smile and bring my hand down to rest on his cheek and rub his cheek bone with my thumb. He murmmers softly, then his eyes flutter open. He hums and a smile appears on his face. "Morning." I say happily. "Morning." He responds with a tired voice. He moves his head to the side and kisses my palm then looks back at me. "So, this is our last day in Paris. What do you want to do?" He asks, and I put my hand down and lay it on front of me. "I was thinking scenic hot air balloon ride." I answer. "But aren't you afraid of heights?" He asks. "A little, but I'll be fine. Plus, you'll be there." I tell him. "I mean, okay. If you want to." He agrees. "Yay!" I exclaim, then roll over, throw the blankets off me, and get out of the bed. I hear Tom chuckle then get up as well. I squat onto the ground and start digging through my suitcase for something to wear. "Do I not even get a good morning kiss, or are air balloons more important?" He asks sarcastically, leaning on the foot of the bed. "Air balloons are more important." I retort. "Wow, I see where your priorities lie." He says. I stand up with my clothes in one hand and move to stand in front of him. I stand between his legs and he crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm kidding. You're my first priority." I say, putting my free hand on his bare chest and getting on my tippy toes to give him a kiss. He bends down and our lips meet. He uncrosses his arms and puts his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I smile into the kiss and pull away, going back onto flat feet."Good, because it would be kinda weird if you were my first priority and I wasn't yours." He says, looking into my eyes. "You've always been my first priority." I say softly, sliding my hand up to his shoulder. He smiles and pecks my lips. "Now, you go get changed, and I'll call and get tickets." He says. "Okay." I respond, then go to the washroom to get changed. Because we left our door open last night, I know it's cold outside today, so I'm wearing some warmer clothes. I take off my PJ's and pull on my new outfit.
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Once I'm changed, I gather my clothes and walk back into the bedroom. Tom is sitting on the bed with his laptop on his lap and no shirt on. I go to my suitcase and grab the small bag from beside it that I've been keeping my dirty clothes in. When I stand back up, Tom is off the bed. "I'm just going to stand outside for a minute." I tell him. "Okay." he responds. With that, I grab my phone, turn and go onto the balcony. I stand and look at the view for a few minutes, and when I turn around and look through the door, Tom is standing in the room still with no shirt on but he's got a pair of jeans on and his hair is all ruffled. I smirk and pull out my phone and go onto camera and take a picture of him without him looking.
