Tom couldn't have possibly apologised more for how he'd spoken to you, the drive home punctuated by him bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, he stopped at a drive through to get you food, knowing you'd have hated the fancy hors-douvres being served at the event, so you'd no doubt have been starving.

As soon as he'd pulled into the driveway, he pressed his hand over your thigh.

"You stay right there, don't move another muscle." he said in an almost warning tone.

He popped the passenger door for you, unbuckled your seatbelt, he'd really meant it when he'd promised you weren't to lift a finger.

After you were both inside, your uncomfortable shoes discarded by the front door, Tom already scooping you into his arms, pressing soft kisses as he trailed through his home to the living room, depositing himself on the couch with you laying on top of him.

"I can't believe I was so wound up I took it out on you darlin', you've every right to slap me silly." he smiled fondly at you, still in that dress you knew he loved but didn't love yourself.