Tom is standing behind the couch, over your shoulder as he watches you type to your friend about how attractive he is. He smirks and leans down, using his left hand to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Maybe you’d like to tell me all this instead of them?”

He whispers huskily and cheekily, wanting to get a reaction out of you. Tom was flattered, he knew you thought he was hot and he’s gonna use that to his advantage.

“Hmm darling?”