Trouble

13

"Oh.. I don't know I—" I turned my head away feeling the familiar heat rise in my face.

Toms slender fingers grazed over my jaw, and grabbed my chin turning my face back; we were so close our noses were touching. I gulped trying to calm the fire that rages inside of me anytime he's near, but it didn't work. The only thing I could focus on was the pounding inside my chest and the intense look in Toms eye.

He leaned in closing the distance that separated our lips, and for the second time tonight I was throughly seduced by a Kaulitz twin.
Is that their secret magic trick or something?
The ability to make women swoon.
I allowed his kiss to deepen, his tongue found his way along my bottom lip and just barely peeked inside my mouth before I pushed him away shaking my head.

"I can't.." I had my hand on his chest holding him an arms length away from me. My eyes were down; I couldn't stand to see his face right now knowing I'll just get dragged back into him.

"That's too bad." He clicked his tongue, moving away so we were no longer touching. "Was it not good the other day?" His tone was back to its usual cocky demeaning manner.

I shook my head, meeting his eyes. "No, it was good. That's not the problem."

Tom quirked a brow, "oh? Then what's the problem babe?"

I furrowed my brow. "The problem is I don't want to just have sex with you Tom!"

His determined face flashed with confusion, "I don't understand."

"Let me know when you figure it out 'babe'." I mocked.

Without saying anything else I left the kitchen, leaving a somehow confused Tom. I didn't want to bother Bill so I went all the way to the end of the hall where the guest bedroom was.
I would just go home, but I didn't drive here and I'm not asking Tom to take me.
I don't understand him! I don't understand how he doesn't know what I mean when I say I want more than sex.

He's dated women before, so it's not like it would be a first for him. At the same time I don't really know a lot of details about his dating history, or why he doesn't date in the first place. There's got to be some kind of deep reasoning behind his 'fuck and go' policy. Thinking of it though he is trying to get me to have sex with him again, which would be breaking his rule.

I need to talk to Bill.. he would know more and help me better understand Tom. That'll have to wait until tomorrow though. I pushed open the door to the guest bedroom and saw a lump on the covers of one of the beds.

Shit..

Upon further inspection I realized it was Georg—

Double shit..

I totally ghosted him for pretty much the entire night. At least he's asleep, I can give him my apologies in the morning. I tip toed over to the empty bed on the opposite side of the room and slid under the covers as quietly as I could. Slowly I managed to drift off to sleep.

———

"Hey.." Georg shook my shoulder lightly coaxing me awake.

"Mmmm" I groaned my eyes still shut.

"Bella hey." He tried again, "Bill wanted me to wake you up for breakfast."

I opened my eyes finally, finding a smiley Georg a foot in front of me. My face flushed instantly; I probably look crazy right now since I didn't get a chance to wash my make up off last night.

"Thanks." I mumbled smiling softly and sitting up to stretch.

"No problem." Georg walked over to the other bed and sat down gently.