Tom was sitting with you in the lounge room. He was watching a French movie when you walked in and asked if he could understand it, that’s when he realised he never told you he could speak French. He smirks and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Eh bien chérie, je peux parler français.”

He says with a grin as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. He runs his hands up and down your back lovingly.

“bon dieu tu as l'air délicieux…”

He purrs huskily.