You pressed the cold wash cloth to Tom's head as he lay against your pillow. He grunted when you pressed too hard, but didn't stir. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at you. He smiled apologetically.
"Sorry you had to be part of that," he croaked.
You rolled your eyes. "You can't come to my rescue all the time, Tom. You're going to get seriously hurt."
"I know, (Y/N), I know..." he shook his head slowly, pulling his cut from the wash cloth. His fingers wraps around your wrist softly. "I just saw him grab you and I lost my mind." The skin of his fingertips gently grazed a bruise on your wrist.
Some guy at the party tonight got mad when you tried to leave. He called you a tease and tried to pull you into his lap. You yelled at him to stop and beg that Tom didn't see him do that.
You saw Tom at the party and worried that he would be watching you. He was.
You yanked your wrists but the guy didn't let go. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tom coming toward.
"Stop, please, I'm serious," you begged through gritted teeth.
His grip was sliced off you by Tom grabbing him by his collar and pushing him against the booth.
"You don't fucking touch her," you heard Tom snarl.
The guy quickly recoiled and punched Tom in the eye, prompting security to finally throw him out.
"I didn't know you would be at that party," you start. "Or else I wouldn't have gone. I'm sorry."
Tom shrugged. "I was actually happy to see you there," he almost smiled. "For the most part."
You giggled. "Well sorry it wasn't worth the shiner."
You stood to leave the bed when you felt something pulling your hand back. You turned and saw Tom scooting closer. You sat back down, his fingers intertwining with yours.
"It was well worth the shiner," Tom whispered.
His eyes were inches from yours. His lips skimmed the surface of yours, sending a shiver down your spine.
"I have to kiss you or I'll go crazy," he confessed.
You knew this was his way to ask you permission, and you nodded.
Tom swiftly pressed his mouth to yours, his lips moving against yours as he sucked in a breath. You felt his hand pressed against the small of your back. You weaved your fingers into his brown curls.
He tasted like tea, and mint. You relished in the warmth of his mouth and sweetness of his tongue.
He pulled away suddenly, his nose skimming yours.
"I need you, (Y/N), that's why I couldn't let that guy hurt you."
Your heart twisted at the sound of his words, and you pulled him in to another kiss.
