✓ 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, tom blyth

𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 !

❛ REPUTATION ༉‧₊˚
chapter twenty 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ how you get the girl
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THE RAIN FELL IN a rhythmic dance outside Shayla's apartment, creating a melancholic melody that matched the emotions swirling within Tom. He stood there, soaked to the bone, his appearance almost ghost-like in the dim glow of the streetlights. Shaking from the cold and nerves, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead.

As Shayla opened the door, a mix of disbelief and frustration etched across her face, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Are you insane?"

Tom, water dripping from his hair, looked at her with a vulnerability that mirrored the rain-soaked night. "It's been a long six months, Shayla. I was too afraid to tell you what I want."

He continued, "I want you for worst and for better. I would wait forever and ever. I broke your heart, and I'll put it back together."

The weight of the unspoken emotions hung in the air as Tom, with a touch of desperation, reminded Shayla of the day they first met. He painted a vivid picture of the kisses they shared, the laughter that echoed through the city streets, and the connection that seemed to transcend time.

"I must have lost my mind when I stood you up," Tom confessed, his gaze dropping to a picture frame on Shayla's shelf—a captured moment of them together, her kissing him on the cheek.

As the gravity of the past months settled between them, Tom couldn't bear the distance any longer. He reached for Shayla, his hands trembling, and in a moment that echoed the passion of their first encounters, he kissed her with a raw intensity that mirrored the rain-soaked night.

The air was charged with a quiet electricity, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that had lingered between them for far too long. The city sprawled beneath them, a tapestry of lights that seemed to mirror the spark in their eyes.

As they stood there, a gentle breeze whispered through the air, carrying the sweet scent of city rain. The sounds of the bustling streets below faded into the background, leaving only the soft cadence of their breaths and the distant hum of the city.

In that moment, time seemed to slow, as if the universe itself recognized the significance of what was about to unfold. Tom's gaze met Shayla's, and in the depth of that shared look, a silent understanding passed between them. The connection they had forged, the laughter, the unspoken words—all led to this precise moment.

With a tender touch, Tom cupped Shayla's face, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin. Shayla's eyes, reflecting a mix of vulnerability and desire, locked onto his. In the hushed anticipation, the world seemed to pause, granting them a canvas for the perfect kiss.