Enemies With Benefits - T.H

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I wake up, not feeling well rested at all. All I can think about is the texts I got from Henry last night. He was just saying hey, and asking how things were going, but he hasn't texted in so long I don't understand why he would reach out to me. Maybe if I just ignore him it will go away.. hopefully. My phone dings and I groan, grabbing it off the bedside stand and reading each text from my mum.
Mum: where are you?
Mum: you're ten minutes late!
Mum: Savannah have you completely forgotten?!
I think hard for a moment, and I audibly gasp when I remember what I'm supposed to be doing.
I jump out of bed, slipping on some clothes and quickly brushing my teeth before running out to the living room and getting my shoes on.
"In a hurry?" Tom asks with a laugh.
"I was supposed to be at the dress shop like fifteen minuets ago!" I groan, grabbing my keys.
"Hey hold on a sec." he says.
"I'm late!" I say.
"Yes. You're already late so one more minute won't hurt." He says, walking over to me. "Haz has a date with Hannah tonight and they're going back to her place afterwards. We've got the place to ourselves."
"Cool I really gotta go." I say quickly.
"Alright fine go try on dresses, but tonight you're all mine." He says, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt as I walk out to my car.
I drive as fast as possible to the dress shop, I don't know how I forgot about this, I've been excited for months. My rich aunt and uncle are hosting a charity ball, and I get to use the night as an excuse to dress like a princess. It's my dream night. A ball room, everyone over dressed, dancing, everything you see in the princess movies.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." I say as I walk in.
"We have a rack of dresses pulled, go get started with trying them on." My mum says.
"Well hello to you too." I laugh.
"Hi honey, now go get dressed!" She encourages.
I go back to the dressing rooms, and go in mine.
"Char you in here?" I ask.
"I'm on the end." She says. "I think I already found my dress."
I swipe through the dresses, trying on a few but not liking how they fit at all. I grab the beautiful dusty pink one, the color is so beautiful and the design is dreamy. I slip it on, and pull at the zipper on my back, but it won't go up. I suck in my stomach as much as possible, but I still struggle.
"Charlotte can you help me?" I ask.
"Yeah." She answers.
I hear her outside the door, and I open it to let her in.
"This one is so pretty!" She smiles, and I turn for her to zip it.
"I know.. I just hope I can get it on." I say.
"Is it your size?" She asks, pulling at the zipper with a struggle.
"Yes." I say.
She fumbles with the zipper for a minute, and I try to pull the fabric together to make it easier.
"I don't think it's going to fit, Savannah." She sighs.
"Alright.." I sigh. "I guess we can get it altered.."
Charlotte leaves my dressing room, and I change back into my normal clothes. I can't help but feel a little poorly about my body now.. I was so excited to find the princess dress of my dreams, and now that I have its too small.
I walk out, carrying the pink dress in my hands. My mum gives me a weird look, wondering why I didn't come out to show her the dress on.
"It doesn't fit.. I need to get it altered." I say.
"It doesn't fit?" She asks. "Alright then.. I'll take it to my seamstress and get it fixed up."
"Thank you." I say.
"Here's my dress!" Charlotte says as she walks out in the most gorgeous red dress I've ever seen. It fits her perfectly.. I wish I was small like Charlotte and Haz. I've always been the bigger sibling and it was so hard on my confidence as a kid. I've always just wanted to look like Charlotte.
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I get home from the dress shop, and see Haz's car is gone. He must be at a class or something before his date. I go inside and see Tom sitting on his phone. Appreciating the cozy look of his sweats and T-shirt.
"Hey, how'd the dress shopping go?" He asks.
I plop down on the couch next to him, and respond with a shrug.
"Alright." I say.
He gives me a concerned look, now setting his phone down to give me his full attention.
"Just alright?" He asks.
"The only dress I liked, I was too fat for. It was so embarrassing." I explain.
Your body wasn't too fat for the dress. The dress was too small for your body." He says. "Don't put the blame on yourself."
"That's difficult when I look like this." I groan, gesturing down at myself.
"Stop it." He frowns. "Please don't be mean to yourself..besides, I like your body."
"You do?" I ask.
"Mhmm." He hums, grabbing my hips and pulling me to straddle his lap.
I feel a tingling in my chest, when normally I just feel it between my legs.. and it freaks me out. He doesn't normally treat me like this. Softly, and carefully.. it's different, and it scares me.
His hands start at the tips of my fingers, slowly gliding up my arms, sending chills throughout my body. They scan over my shoulders and finally behind my neck, pulling me in gently for a kiss. My lips graze over his as lightly as the flutter of a butterfly wing, my body melting into his touch.
He's not initiating anything.. this is it, and as nice as it feels right now, it's going to leave me with some confusing thoughts. What really is going on with Tom and I if we're not just having sex?
"Yooo! What!" A voice says, ripping us apart.
"Oh my god Tuwaine!" I gasp, jumping off Toms lap to my feet. "When did you get here?!"
"I just walked in.. what- I'm confused." He says, but also a knowing grin being displayed on his face.
"You saw nothing, and anything you think you saw will not be discussed with Harrison yeah?" Tom says.
"Ooo you two have a forbidden romance!" He exclaims.
"It's not like that." Tom and I both say in unison.
It seems we've gotten defensive, and I think it's because we're both terrified of what just happened before Tuwaine came and interrupted.