The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

33. Oscar's

I woke up Tuesday morning, searching the bed for Tom, only to remember we were thousands of miles apart. I groaned and punched my pillow. There was no point in staying in bed, my alarm would be going off soon anyway. I got up and readied myself for school. I'd be seeing Tom in a couple weeks, though briefly. 

The media world was spinning on about our PDA at the BAFTA's. Fans were either happy we'd confirmed it or they were pissed off. I'd expected as much. The girls in the group chat already knew Tom and I were a thing, I wish I could tell them we'd gotten married. 

After class, I did my homework and went for a walk. This was my life when Tom wasn't around. I maybe ate one meal a day. By the time I left for LA, I'd dropped another ten pounds. Tom was not going to like this. 

I arrived later than planned Saturday evening. It was ten by the time I got to Tom's -our?- condo. Jake had picked me up, and he helped me carry my bags inside. Where was my husband?

I thanked Jake and he said he'd be here at three tomorrow. When he left, I grabbed my stuff and went to Tom's bedroom. Our bedroom. Chris owned this too, how did work? Whatever. I opened the door, no Tom. I looked down the hall, the bathroom door was open and the light was off. Where was he? I left my stuff in the room, and walked around. In the kitchen, his phone was on the counter, so I knew he couldn't be too far. I looked out on the patio, no such luck. Wait. There was a rippling in the pool water. I opened the glass door and stepped outside. 

"Tom?" I called out. I heard the splashing sounds of someone swimming. I reached inside and flicked on the light. 

I walked over to the edge of the pool and watched him, lost in his own world. When he reached the far side, he stood up and turned around. 

"Astrid!" He said excitedly. He swam over and looked up at me. "Hello, my lovely wife." 

I knelt down. "Hello, my wet husband." 

"Rough flight?" He asked. 

"My layover got delayed." I said. 

"You should join me." He reached out his hand. 

"I didn't bring a bathing suit." 

"You don't need one." He grinned and moved away from the wall to show me he wasn't wearing anything. I smiled and peeled my clothing off, and slid myself into the warm water. 

He pressed me against the wall and kissed me. 

"I missed you." He whispered. 

"I missed you, too." I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned back so that I was laying on him, then he started moving his arms, gliding us through the water. I rest my head on his chest and relaxed against him. We didn't talk, we just enjoyed the quietness of being together. 

After a while, his hands were on my hips and he was returning us to a more vertical position. Thanks to the water, I was even level with him. 

"It's kinda nice not having to look up at you." I said kissing him. He smiled and kissed me back. 

"Your period started yesterday, right?" He asked. 

"Actually, it came a week early." I smiled. "So, yay." 

"Yay indeed." He said, he grabbed my legs and lifted them to his waist. I wrapped them around him. "Tell me, have you ever had sex in a pool?" 

"No, I haven't, actually." I giggled. Suddenly, I was pressed against the wall. 

"Me either." He said, kissing me fiercely. 

I couldn't touch the floor of the pool, I was totally dependent on him to keep my head above water. Tom was on his tip toes to keep his own head above the waterline, still, he had more stability than I did. I kept my arms locked around his neck as his hands held my hips steady. His cock was slowly starting to wake up as it realized what was about to happen. His teeth nipped at my lips, my ear lobe, my chin. My breath came in heavy pants as my body started to tingle in excitement.