A Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine

Part 4

Thomas stands there, not saying a word.

I turn around so he doesn't see the tears cascading down my cheeks. "And it's obvious you don't.."

He cuts me off by grabbing my wrist and spinning my around. I go to ask what he's doing, but then I feel a pair of warm, gentle lips crash against mine.

My eyes close instantly as one of his hands comes up to hold my cheek and the other goes to my lower back, pushing me closer to him. My hands move up to tangle themselves in his hair.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this," I mumble against his lips.

"Actually," he pulls away gently, "I kinda do." My mouth falls open and my eyes widen. "I've loved you since middle school, too."

A smile grows on my face as those words leave his mouth. "Really?" I ask.

"Really," he responds, smiling brightly. Oh, how I missed his smile.

I bring his lips back to mine. His hands cup my jaw making it impossible for me to pull away- not that I would want to.

He moves to were we're laying on the couch, him hovering over me. His lips never left mine. He removes his jacket and shirt.

Tonight was a night neither one of us would ever forget.