Drawn To You

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Before going to Elianas, I stop at the grocery store to grab something I know she will absolutely love. I know my girl, and if anything could make her feel better, it's making chocolate dipped strawberries together. She's so simple, and it's so easy to make her happy.
I grab everything, headed to the checker when I feel arms wrap around my shoulders. I turn quickly, seeing the girl that invaded my personal space.
"Hey Tom! Been a while!" Meghan chirps, way more cheery than normal.
"Yeah don't touch me." I say, continuing to walk.
"Oh come on, you don't have to keep up the attitude." She rolls her eyes as she walks beside me. "What do ya say? Quickie in the car?"
I laugh, shaking my head at her stupidity.
"Meghan let me be very clear with you." I say, turning to her. "I have a girlfriend. I love my girlfriend. So no, I don't want anything to do with you."
She looks at me with shock, which I definitely expected. No one knows me as the guy to be in a loving committed relationship.
"Don't tell me it's that weird girl Haz brought around." She scoffs.
Don't punch a girl Tom. You've got to control yourself.
"Her name is Eliana, and yes, she's my girl and I don't want anyone else. So leave me alone."
"Oh my god you're being serious." She laughs loudly. "Tom you poor thing.. how long has it been since you've had sex?"
"That's none of your business." I say.
"Well, I'm always here if you need a little.. release." She smiles, and kisses my cheek before walking off.
I wipe her nasty kiss off with disgust, feeling so gross after talking to her. That moment really made me miss my sweet Eliana.
•Elianas Pov•
I sit in my living room, staring at the pink lock box sitting in front of me. Haz told me all about weed, and how he smokes it to relax. I know Tom used to smoke it too. It wouldn't hurt to just try it one time.. besides, maybe it'll make me sleep as good as that one night when I ate the CBD candy.
I pull the joint out of the box, and walk into my kitchen to grab a lighter. I'm not one to smoke, but it's worth a try. It's just weed. I pull the lighter out of the drawer and light the joint as it sits between my lips. I do as I have seen and heard, inhaling the smoke, but only about two seconds in I start coughing up a lung, holding the joint far away from my mouth in disgust. It tastes bad, it feels bad, it's awful. Why would anyone want to do this?
"Hey it's me." I hear Tom call from the front door, and I panic. What is he even doing here?!
I run over to the sink, throwing the joint into it and running the water. I can practically hear Haz in my ear scolding me for ruining perfectly good weed.
Tom walks into the room, lifting his brow at me. He sets down a bag and walks over.
"Why does it smell like weed?" He asks.
"No clue." I say.
He walks over, grabbing my chin in his hand and presses his lips to mine, his tongue swiping along my bottom lip.
"What the fuck did you do?" He asks, obviously tasting it on me.
"I tried it but I hated it." I admit.
He grabs under my thighs, lifting me up so that I'm sitting on the counter. He then grabs my hair, pulling it to one side so he can kiss my neck with love.
"Really? Not gonna scold me?" I ask.
"Oh trust me you'll get a good telling off for that later, but right now I need to remind my girl that she's the most special thing in my life."
He pecks my lips, and rests his forehead against mine.
"I don't want you to feel like I rejected you, or feel like I don't want you." He starts."it's just that for the first time ever, sex isn't just for fun. Sex with you will actually mean something to me, and I know it means a lot to you. I don't want to rush it, and I don't want you to have any regrets once we do finally do it. So we're waiting, okay?"
I don't think I could have asked for a better boyfriend. He respects me and my beliefs, even though he doesn't believe in them himself. Not many guys would give up sex for a girl like that, and if anything, it just shows how much he loves me.
"Okay." I nod.
He grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm and wraps his arms around me for a cuddly hug. I laugh at what a teddy bear he's being, and lean back to look at him.
"What is up with you?" I ask.
"I ran into Meghan and I'm grossed out." He says and my brows knit together.
"Well what happened?" I ask.
"She offered sex, and kissed me on the cheek which I was disgusted with by the way. I told her to leave me alone." He explains.
I feel rage run through my veins, and an overwhelming need to beat the crap out of her. I can't stand Meghan! She's so obsessed with Tom and just can't accept the fact that he doesn't want her. I want her gone!
"I'm going to kill her." I say plainly and Toms eyes widen.
"Since when do you get violent thoughts like that?" He almost laughs.
"Dont be amused by my violence I'm serious." I say. "How dare she make a move on my boyfriend! And then kiss your cheek? What the hell! I'm going to beat her ugly ass up!"
Tom looks at me with shock, not having heard me talk like this before. I can't help it, I'm so angry I could hit Meghan with my car.
"Hey.." he says softly, his hand caressing my cheek. "She's not worth it. She means nothing. I only want you.."
"Okay? I still want to rip her head off." I state.
"Yeah.. you really are my girlfriend." He laughs, pecking my lips. "I have a surprise for you."
He walks over to the bag he brought in, and sets it on the counter top next to me. He pulls stuff out and I realize he got everything to make and decorate chocolate covered strawberries. My absolute favorite.
"I figured we needed to do something special tonight." He says.
And just when I think I couldn't love Tom more than I already do, he does something so sweet to make me gush over him.
We spend the evening making chocolate covered strawberries, and he's quite the messy cook. I watch as he dips a strawberry into the pot, and gets chocolate practically everywhere as he transfers it to the parchment sheet. I grab one of them, and eat it.
"Are they good?" He asks.
"Very." I answer.
He gets a proud smile on his face, setting down the berry he just dipped. He then grabs my hips, making me squeal as he pulls me close.
"Gimme a taste." He says, leaning in to kiss me, but I dodge him.
"Nope!" I say.
He scoffs, his hands moving from my hips to my face. He moves his thumb over my bottom lip, and enters my mouth. I close my lips around him, making the corner of his mouth curve upwards.
"That's a good girl." He says softly.
He pulls his thumb out with a pop, and quickly replaces it with his lips. I melt into his arms, and realize just how difficult it's going to be to wait. Tom Holland is intoxicating.