Together

My back arched in pain as I sat up in Tom's bed. Tom decided that it wasn't safe for me to stay in my home, knowing that there is a predator out there. He really is the sweetest - looking out for someone who was actually meant to be looking after him.

A beautiful aroma wafted into the room and my mind immediately cleared off the shooting pain and instead concentrated on the fresh smell of a tray of waffles. I groaned as I got off the bed, knowing that it's going to be worth it.

It's been ages since I has sugary food and I can't wait to pour honey and sugar onto my waffles. Or shall I have it with nutella?

I reached his living room. We weren't in his family's house - he thought it would too obvious for my father. His modern apartment was near Exeter and had a beautiful view of serenity. He couldn't find me here.

Even though I refused for a body guard, it seemed like I had my own personal one. Tom stood in the kitchen, which was attached to the living room, had his back turned towards me. His back muscles shifting as he reached up to get out a chocolate spread and whipped cream.

I couldn't stop staring at him. It was mesmerising.

"How you feeling darling?" he approached me with 2 plates of waffles and got close to me to inspect the bruise on face and kissed it better.

"Better now" I replied and took the plate. I need this. We stumbled to the couch with Tom's arm around my waist and I fell onto the sofa. I took the first bite of the waffle and Tom was looking at me with hope in his eyes. It was absolutely amazing.

The sugar and whipped cream and nutella. I had to moan in delight. But I realised what just happened. Tom's cheeks were red and he moved about uncomfortably. I just had a food-gasm...

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. It's just really good you know and I haven't had sugary stuff in ages. Thank you Thomas" I sincerely apologised. He just laughed and said "it's ok".

However there was a noticeable bulge in his joggers. It was literally a tent. I pretended not to notice it. After a comfortable moment of just watching the TV, he spoke out.

"So what happened in the hospital... before... when it was just me and you... before the police came... "

"No, I don't want to forget that Mr Holland."

"Thank you. It meant something to me. So umm... will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes yes and yes. Thank you for everything." A tear rolled down my cheek. Tom leaned in and kissed my lips again. I could taste the chocolate on his lips and his hands left the plate and mine did too. Immediately we enveloped each other like we were the tastiest things to each other.