but whatever you do don't imagine Tom laying on top of you, kissing you in his spider suit. your lips press against his as your hand presses his chest. The suit snaps loose, and drapes off Tom and over you.
he giggles, sitting up and peeling it off of himself. he leans back into you, wearing only his boxers.
you giggle as he kisses your neck sweetly, grinning halfway into the contact.
you wrap your arms around him, inviting him to kiss you for as long as you possibly could. you wanted to lose yourself in him, lose the insincerity and lose the track of time.
