He was wrong. In every single way, and was incredibly right at the same, time.
Yes, I’d prefer for some excitement. Even the cheesy kind- rocks on my bedroom window at midnight and a sweet note somewhere in my reach.
My parents.. he knew nothing of them. He knew I didn’t get along with them, but not of how much I hated them. And how much I didn’t want to.
I want the unexpected, no doubt about it. But in diffrent directions than he was taking. I didn’t know Tom was going to kiss me. His lips almost angry and urgent against mine. It was brief, and I was glad.
I put on a good show- no one could ever see behind the scenes. Sometimes I even loose myself. And now Tom was telling me what I want. What I want..
What do I want? I wrapped my arms around his skinny waist and pulled myself against him. He pulled me even closer.
I could hear his heart beating. A steady beat. “Tom..” I breathed.
“Mmmh?” he answered.
“What do you want most in this world? Anything.” I asked.