You were next to your best friend on the couch, watching a scary movie and giggling like kids with popcorn and a blanket to cover the both of you. Tom walked downstairs yawning and stretching. The sound of a noise made your head turn to look, only to see Tom, completely shirtless, his blue eyes watched you. It was about 1 am now, and Tom had gotten up from bed for some water. He was shirtless, boxers clung onto his waist, even if Tom was tired, he was indeed a specimen. He aged like fine wine.