After your shower you decided to curl up on Tom’s bed to keep him from being angry, your ipod playing a soft Going Down in Flames by 3 Doors Down and where in a half sleep. You sigh as you feel someone crawl into the bed with you, opening a tired eye and glancing back at the person.
“Mm… hi, Tom…” you mumble as you go back to lying on your side, shutting your eyes and smiled as his large warm hand pressed against the small of your back.
“I see you chose my bed… why?” Tom asked, snuggling closer to you and smiled as you didn’t try to squirm away.
After the shower it was really cold… this was the closest warm spot…” you mumble, twitching slightly as his hands travel down your arms to rest on top of yours.
“Maybe if you didn’t wear tank tops in the middle of winter you wouldn’t be so cold…” he breathed on your neck, trailing his lips up to your jaw line and smirked against your skin as you blushed.
“T-To-?!” you start before he kissed under your jaw, groaning slightly and collapsing back.
“Shh…” he mumbled, pulling you closer and nuzzled against you.
“T-To-?!” you start again before he kisses you again. ‘Okay, so the only way I’ll get to talk is if he can’t kiss me…” you think, turning onto your stomach and pulled a pillow over your head.
“Love? Are you alright?” he blinked, leaning over you and snuggled against your back.
“I’m fine, Tom…” you mumble, peeking out from under the pillow and twitched as his face pressed against yours.
“You’re so adorable…” he chuckled, kissing your cheek and smiled as your face heated up.
“I am not… and this is not a very politically correct relationship!” you whimper, keeping your eyes shut and shuddered under him.
“Do you wish for it to be a politically correct relationship?” he asked softly, his voice laced with worry and hurt.
“Well… no, I guess not… I mean, I’m honestly surprised I got an invited to study here… I mean, I was never interested in acting….”
“I was looking for you, actually. Rook had told me of a friend of his that wrote all these wonderful stories. I read them and fell in love with them before meeting Rook.” He smiled, rubbing your arms gently and sighed as you turned onto your side to stare at him in shock.
“Y-you looked for me?” you breathe out, your face completely red.
“Yes. Rook had heard me talking to Chris about some of your stories and he gave me a few names that might have been the author of the stories. I went through each name, trying to decide who to bring here first and when I came upon your picture I knew it was you.” He rolled onto his side, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist and gently rubbed at your cheek with his free hand.
“You knew? How could you possibly know something like that?”
“It’s hard to explain… but I am very glad that you’re the one I’m looking for…” he pulled you closer, pressing his lips to your forehead and sighed as you started crying silently. “(Y/n)? Why are you crying? I thought you’d be happy?” he leaned back, staring at you with worry in his blue eyes.
“I-I am… I’m also really confused and panicky…” you avoid looking in eyes, your gaze falling on his chest.
“Why are you confused?” he gently wiped at your eyes.
“W-why me? I mean, I’m nothing special…” you leaned closer to his hand.
“Of course you’re something special!” he sat up, going to say something more when Suri burst into the room. “Suri?”