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Sleep was some what the only thing thought blissful these days and at times, it truly was only to be thought about, never played. Every night came a new nightmare, sometimes so chilling it almost seamed real. As a child one certain nightmare would reoccur each night, and yes you developed the right mind to get over it. But even just being an adult with responsibilities and independence can become the real nightmare.
A phone call was what woke you from slurring in the bed sheets, the mattress stripped of its clothing as the shared heat tucked under the quilt slowly began to sink into your skin. You groaned as you rolled over, seeing Tom sitting up, staring down at his phone which ignited the whole room in the white light. From what you could conjecture, it was around six thirty, maybe even seven, as the sky was painted in the red blush of the sunrise. The curtains were pre- drawn, having slept through most of yesterday into the early morning of the present. Sex is hard work.
"Everything ok?" you asked as the space where Tom was laying remained empty for a while. Tom ran a hand through his hair, putting his phone down and momentarily moved back onto his fore arms. "What's wrong?" you asked, scanning his face as you sat upright, covering your bare chest with the quilt.
"Uh.. I-I gotta go to work" Tom muddled his brows together, pulling the sheets off of his body and scrambling for his boxers on the carpet. "Somethings gone tits up and they need me" he groaned, pausing to run a hand down his face. You picked up one of Tom's shirts, slipping it over your head and jolted out of bed to the bathroom where you had left your undergarments. Tom was almost fully dressed upon your return, having stopped for a toilet break while you were in there.
"Well is it bad?" You implored, sitting down on the bed as your eyes followed Tom around the room.
"I guess I wont know the real damage until I get there" he shrugged, placing a light kiss on your forehead. Damage? You savoured the heat of his lips even long after he had gone running around the room again, fidgeting in your seat.
"Maybe I could come with you?" you mumbled nervously. You were yet to be enlightened on what Toms job actually was, and if you were going to be playing some kind of role in his life then you needed to know what went on behind closed doors, even if it was non of your business.
"Y/N, I don't know-"
"Please Tom. I can't stay here knowing your miles away after... After..."
"Ok" he knelled down in front of you, cupping your hands in his and cradling your fingers gently. "But you have to promise me that if something happens, you listen to me and no one else"
"Why wouldn't I?" you queried, placing a hand on Tom's cheek. His body language was jagged and stiff, not to mention quit hard to make out what he was feeling right now. What could be so bad about his job? Tom took a deep breath, leaning into the palm of your hand. "Just trust me" he smiled, repeating what you had said yesterday. You nodded, longingly blinking, "With all of me"
