He crashed his lips into mine, picked me up, went over to his double bed and laid me down, without breaking the kiss. He took off his pants, before he joined me in bed and towered over me. He took his shirt off, in one swift motion, putting his abs...
I felt someone's thumb, stroking me on my cheek, so I opened my eyes and wasn't surprised to see Tom. His left arm securely wrapped around my waist, to pull me closer to him.
Tom: Well, hello there.
He whispered as I rubbed my eyes.
Y/n: What time is it?
Tom: It's 5:30 PM and I want to take you on a dinner, remember?
I sighed to myself.
Y/n: Tommy, I don't want to eat after 5:00 PM...
He pulled me to lay on the top of him.
Y/n: What are you doing?
Instead of answering my question, he gave me a soft kiss. Then he started kissing every inch of my face, making sure there's not a single spot he missed. It made me smile. When he noticed that, he smiled too. Given that I'm laying on his chest, I was able to feel how his heart started beating faster.
Tom: Darling, you're perfect...
He whispered again. I looked away. I never believe these words, when someone says them. And I'll never believe them. Even when if it's Tom who says them.
He noticed my nervousness and how shy insecure I got in a matter of a second, so he rolled us over, to be on top of me. He buried his face to the crook of my neck and started placing small kisses there. I smiled to myself and lifted my right hand to run it through his hair, meanwhile my left hand was drawing circles on his back. We stayed like that, till he pulled away to look into my eyes.
Tom: I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.
Y/n: .....
Tom: Get ready.
He got off of me and left the room. I have pretty much no choice. I'll just try my best not to eat that much, without Tom noticing. I got up and fixed my makeup, which got a bit ruined by my nap. Not much, just mascara under my eyes. Then I did a ponytail and dressed into a short, tight, white dress, with a V neck, no sleeves and two rhombus shaped holes on my belly, that were showing my skin.
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That's when Tom came in and his jaw immediately dropped, making me giggle.
Y/n: What?
Tom: Nothing, darling. You're just so beautiful.
He walked over to me and placed his hands on my sides, to pull me flush against his body, before he passionately connected our lips. His hands trailed lower from my sides, to my hips, memorizing the shape of them. My hands rested on his chest, until he pulled away.
Tom: I need to get ready too.
I giggled a bit and lightly pushed him away, which he gave me a playful look for. He went to his wardrobe, opened it, and I watched how he got dressed into a very light, baby blue shirt. He didn't bother buttoning it all the way up to his neck. He just left it open to the middle of his chest. Then he slid into black dress pants and slid a silver ring onto his pinkie finger on his right hand, and one onto his index finger on his left hand.
