You jumped and Tommy settled his hands gently on your waist. “(Y/N)… are you lying to me?” Tommy whispered next to your ear. You shook your head not trusting yourself to speak with any modicum of confidence. “N-no,” you stuttered, your back still turned as you absently tried to organize the counter in front of you. “Admiring something?” he asked, his voice low. Tommy hoped what you felt was more than desire and now he needed to know. Your eyes had been filled with desire as they swept over his chest. There was no way he had imagined that look. Tommy cleared his throat and you squeaked, tossing the shirt at him and turning away. Even at only eighteen Tommy was toned and Your mouth went dry and you could not help but stare even if it was for only a second. Tommy started, but quickly shrugged off his coat and stripped off the soaking shirt and vest underneath. “Well?” you said, gesturing to the shirt and coat he had yet to take off. Tommy seemed to want to protest more, but you snagged a shirt and a cloth off the line and led him back into the kitchen. It’s my fault for being a careless idiot.” “My dad’s got some shirts out on the line and I’ll bring yours over tomorrow, yeah?” You trudged up the steps to your house, opening the door and leading him through the darkened hallways to the garden. “Come on,” you said, opening the front gate for him. You cherished every single one you were able to elicit. Tommy was slow to a smile and even slower to a laugh. Tommy chuckled and the sound brought a grin to your face. “God, I can hear the smirk in your voice.” “Just trying to make me feel worse, huh?” you replied, bumping your shoulder into him.
“I would offer you mine, but…” Tommy said, a teasing tone to his voice. Tommy glanced over and smiled sympathetically. You shivered, wrapping your coat more tightly around yourself. You left your glass on a nearby table and followed Tommy out into the cold night. He opened his mouth and then shook his head, simply turning and leading the way to the door. Tommy nodded, a contemplative look had fallen over his face. “Look, I’ll help you and clean your shirt for you.” You replied, side stepping his question. There was no way you could admit your feelings to him when he had never shown an inkling of romantic interest in you. You had no desire to go down that route with Tommy. Tommy’s eyebrows raised and he turned his gaze to yours. I think he means to set me up, but he is completely oblivious to my type.” Never.” You were stumbling over your words, but you could not seem to stop yourself. “I can go change,” Tommy said, shrugging. Tommy shrugged, his eyes on the man you had abandoned at the bar. Tommy jerked as the cold drink spilled down his front. You stumbled on uneven flooring just a foot away from Tommy and your drink went flying. “Tommy, you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had-Oh my god!” Tommy grinned, but it did not quite reach his eyes. “Tommy!” you shouted, pushing through the crowd, your drink precariously held in your hand.
He was imagining things, you were not happy to see him, just happy to leave your conservation. You spotted him and immediately your smile grew.
You would never forgive him if he acted out. He could not let himself be overtaken by jealousy. Jealousy coiled tightly in his throat and his hands tightened into fists. Your white blouse and long red skirt drew everyone’s attention. The orange lights of the bar reflected off your shiny (Y/H/C) hair. He saw you leaning against the bar with your head thrown back, exposing your throat, laughing at something the man beside you had said. Usually you liked to bring him along to avoid the leering and overly enthusiastic, drunken admirers. When Tommy spotted you hanging out in the bar by your house he was surprised. Even if whoever you wanted was not him and it broke his heart. Not that Tommy was jealous… Well maybe he was a little bit jealous, but he was not going to stop you from dating whoever you wanted. Now that he had gotten to know you he knew that you were so sweet, but you had a sharp tongue when it was needed he liked you even more for it.Įveryone who met you was at least a little bit in love with you. It had been over a year since Tommy had met you and in recent weeks he had become increasingly worried about asking you out for a proper date.
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