Main Attraction | TOM KAULITZ

Chapter 4.

As Grace and I strolled back to my house, our laughter flowed freely, echoing through the quiet streets. It was as if we had been lifelong friends, reminiscing about shared memories that had accumulated over the years.

Just as we were lost in our world of laughter, Bill suddenly appeared in front of us, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Tom, where on earth have you been? We've been searching everywhere for you," Bill questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Grace and I exchanged a glance, unable to contain our amusement. The absurdity of the night's events and our undeniable connection made it all seem surreal.

"Bill, you have no idea," I replied, my words dripping with delight.

Grace chimed in with a playful smile, "Tom's right, you wouldn't believe the adventure we've had."

Bill chuckled and shook his head, realizing that something extraordinary had taken place.

"Alright, you two. It's clear you've had quite a night. your wasted as fuck," Bill said, sighing and with a hint of laughter in his voice. With a final nod, he made his way back to the house, leaving Grace and me to continue our journey back home. Our laughter echoed through the night, and it was as if we were invincible, united by the shared magic of the evening.

 I led Grace up to my room to find some clothes for her to change into. The air was thick with the intoxicating energy of the night, and it seemed like anything was possible. Grace playfully rifled through my wardrobe as I tried to find something that would fit her.

After selecting a set of clothes, Grace turned toward me, and without a second thought, she began to change right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I watched, and I couldn't seem to tear my gaze away. Grace noticed my trance-like state and couldn't help but laugh at my wide-eyed reaction.

Her laughter brought me back to reality, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You know, it's rude to stare, Tom," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I tried to play it cool, but I was clearly flustered. "Sorry, it's just... I couldn't help myself."

We went back downstairs, where I decided to make some popcorn. Grace hopped onto the kitchen counter, and I stood between her legs

The atmosphere was charged with an undeniable chemistry, and it felt like the moment was building toward something more.

Just as I leaned in for a kiss, the microwave beeped, startling us both. Grace pushed me away with a playful grin and jumped down to grab the popcorn. In a flash, she darted up the stairs and ran into my room, leaving me standing there, still in a daze, wondering what had just happened.

The night had been full of unexpected twists and turns, and it seemed that Grace had a way of keeping me on my toes. As I followed her I could hear her laughing, what a beautiful sound.

In the quiet intimacy of my room, Grace and I found ourselves enveloped in a thick atmosphere of desire and anticipation. It was a sensation that seemed to hum in the air, making every word and touch charged with an electric energy that was impossible to ignore.

As we stood close to one another, there was a subtle, almost magnetic pull between us. Our voices dropped to sultry whispers, our teasing remarks carrying a hint of romantic tension. It was as if we were engaged in a playful dance of words and glances, each remark a step closer to the inevitable culmination of our desires.

With a flirtatious smile, Grace traced a finger along my jawline, her touch sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't resist the urge to tease her back, my words laced with desire.

"Careful there, Grace. Your touch is dangerous," I said, my voice husky.

She laughed softly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh, I don't think you're complaining, are you, Tom?"

I reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering as I leaned in closer. "Not in the slightest."

Our laughter and teasing remarks only seemed to draw us closer, the anticipation of what might come next a tantalizing undercurrent in the air. The atmosphere in the room became charged with romantic tension, each moment a step closer to the culmination of our desires, 

As Grace and I settled in to watch a movie, the room seemed to exude a sense of intimacy that went beyond the confines of the screen. The film played on, the characters and plot unfolding before us, but my attention was largely fixed on Grace.

I couldn't help but be drawn to her, not just because of her physical beauty, but also because of the aura of confidence and allure that she exuded. Her attitude was magnetic, a potent blend of independence and playfulness that only deepened my attraction to her.

While the movie's story played out, Grace's laughter and commentary added an extra layer of entertainment to the evening. Her carefree attitude and wit were infectious, and I found myself hanging on her every word.

Though I tried to focus on the movie, my attention was frequently pulled away by the irresistible presence of Grace.

she lay there, on her stomach on my bed, way too invested in the crappy movie in front of her, my shirt rolling up showing the top of her thighs, the golden brown color of her skin.  the size of her thighs, how could she just lay there so effortlessly perfectly?

Suddenly im pulled out of my dance as she moved up to me, she laid her head on my chest and threw her leg over my stomach, once again exposing the thigh my eyes had been so focused on a moment ago, this time I noticed a beautiful tattoo of lightning going down. I wouldn't mind being chocked by those thighs of hers. 

that wasn't the only thing I noticed.

it hit me, and it hit hard.

Grace smelled so heavenly. 

she was way to beautiful to even be real. 

I was having a very hard time controlling myself at this moment. she was on my, I could smell her, and she was running her fingernails up and down my bare chest, I felt good.

I ran my fingers through her hair.

she turned to look up at me, and the next thing she said, made me choke on my air.

"I wouldn't mind having my neck kissed by you for hours."