The Veil

Chapter Sixty-Five

Last week of November

"What's this scar from?" I asked Tom, tracing the jagged line across is hip, I saw goosebumps rising where my fingers had been. 

When he didn't answer straight away I glanced up at him, he seemed lost in thought.  

After a few more seconds he came back into the present, frowning. "My dad." He finally answered. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered, if I'd had known I wouldn't have asked, that's clearly what he'd been remembering, how he'd got it. 

He shrugged, but clearly wasn't going to say more. 

I moved myself further up the bed, running my hands through his hair, he gently smiled at me and kissed my nose, making me scrunch it up. 

We laid in silence for a few more minutes, his eyes fluttering closed as I ran my hand slowly through his hair. 

There was a gentle knock at his door making me jump in the stillness, "Lily, sweetie?" It was Martha, Andrew's mom, her voice quite and unimposing. 

I quickly jumped up, pulling the door open. 

"Is everything ok?" I asked, it wasn't too late but we'd all moved to the bedrooms, Martha and Peter had taken my room, she was wearing a matching pyjama set, baby pink and silk. 

"Everything is fine, it's just, your laptop is making a weird beeping and we didn't want to mess with it." She looked worried about disturbing me. 

"Oh I'm sorry." I moved out of Tom's room, moving passed her but she followed me back into my room, Peter was sat on the edge of the bed in his matching flannels. 

"You weren't asleep were you?" He asked as I scooped my laptop from my desk. 

"No, don't worry about it." I smiled over at him. "Is everything else ok?" I asked, glancing around the room I rarely used anymore.

"Perfect sweetie. We'll see you in the morning." Martha kissed my cheek before I closed the door behind myself. 

Martha and Peter had come down for thanksgiving, they came every year and the last few years I'd slept on Tom's floor when they'd come over, it was nice to have a comfy bed this year. 

I slipped back into Tom's room, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep already. 

He hadn't, I could feel his eyes on my butt as I bent over his desk, opening the laptop to see what it's problem was. I'd not closed it down and it was warning me of an update. 

Urgh no thank you. 

I asked it to remind me tomorrow but then shut it down fully before closing it again. 

I turned around and Tom quickly moved to stare at the ceiling, acting like he hadn't been staring.  

I smirked as I slid back into bed next to him, mirroring his position on my back, staring at the ceiling. 

He sighed and turned to stare at me again, I didn't look at him.

I could feel Tom's eyes on the side of my face though, I started to feel warmer. 

He slid his hand under my t-shirt and over my bare stomach, his fingers gently gliding along the waistband of my shorts and panties, my heart rate picked up, my breathing coming faster. 

"Did you manage to get to the store this afternoon?" Tom asked me, so casually as his fingers gently brushed across my stomach. 

"Mmmhmm." I mumbled, worried any words I tried to speak would come out a moan.