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We walk quietly back to Tom’s house, my heart pounding the entire way there. He lets me back inside, and I’m thankful that his mother and cousin aren’t just standing there waiting when we walk in.
“Tom? Did I hear Gracie?” Mrs. Hiddleston calls from out of sight. I spoke too soon. I freeze, my hands bunched at my side. Tom gives me a look, and holds up a hand as if to relax me. He turns then, and walks out of the entryway, disappearing through a doorway and around a corner. I stand, frozen by the front door.
It gives me a chance to look around a bit. Off white walls. High ceilings. There’s not much to see from the entryway.
“Yeah, mum. She just stopped by on her way home from a party. She’s a little embarrassed because she spilled something on her dress at the party. I’m just going to take her upstairs and find her something to wear. I’ll be right back.” I can hear Tom’s muffled voice from the other room, and my cheeks flush when I hear his excuse for me.
“Oh, that poor girl. Okay, bring her in here when she’s changed. She can help with dessert.” Mrs. Hiddleston says, her voice warm and concerned. A second later, Tom comes back, around the corner, his eyes bright. He gives me a smile and then gestures to a wide, wrought iron and wood staircase on the other side of the entryway.
“Bedroom’s upstairs.” He says softly, raising an eyebrow. I can’t help but pause at his choice of words. He smiles and then leads the way up the stairs. I follow him quickly, praying that I can get up the stairs to the safety of his room before his Mom comes around.
He leads me down a short hallway and then we are walking through a loft area that overlooks the lower level of the house. The whole house has light wood floors, and the lower level has a big wooden dining table. The ceilings are high, and I can see the large wooden beams above. Tom leads the way, across the loft area and then into the bedroom at the very end. We pass by a bathroom, and what looks like two other bedrooms before getting to his. I follow him in, and he softly shuts the door behind us.
“Your cousin is going to think…a lot of things about me.” I say, swallowing hard as I look around his room. It isn’t all that much to look at. It’s comfortable, but sparse. He’s got a queen sized bed, with nice looking gray bedding. There’s a dresser, and a chair in the corner. Not much else. I’m not totally convinced that this is his house. It seems as if he’s barely spent any time here.
“You’re probably right.” He clears his throat, looking at me as he opens a drawer of his dresser, pulling out clothes. “But Darla once got totally pissed at one of our other cousins’ weddings, and she flashed the DJ because she thought he was good looking. So, I don’t really think you have much to worry about.” He gives me a little smile, and I can’t help but grin and shake my head.
“This outfit was a terrible idea. It sounded much better when I was back at the pub.” I mutter under my breath. Tom looks at me amused and walks over, handing me what looks like a tshirt and sweats. I seem to be accruing a collection of his clothes.
“Are you drunk, darling?” He laughs, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and smiles, watching me.
“No, not drunk. But tipsy. Or I was. I’m perfectly sober now. Showing your bare ass to strangers will do that to a person.” I set his clothes down on the bed, and chew nervously on my lip.
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