Tom lays next to you on the bed. He has his hand on your cheek, gazing lovingly at your face. He thought you so amazing.. he’s so glad he met you all those years ago.. oh so glad..
You have your leg over his, your face nuzzled into the crease of his neck. His body warmth radiated off him and onto you. You could feel his hand on your hip, under your shirt. His fingers trace idle shapes along your skin. You were wearing his shirt, he enjoyed seeing how his big clothes looked on you. He thought it so adorable that his clothes dwarfed you.
He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. He presses his soft lips to your forehead, closing his eyes as he sighs. “are you comfortable my dear?” He asks and opens his eyes to look down at you. He keeps one arm around your waist and brings the other hand up to rest on your cheek.
He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. “My sweet love..” He murmurs softly, smiling. He uses his thumb to rub up and down your cheek softly, not wanting to hurt you in any way possible.
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