The rest of night had gone by and the air still weighed a little heavy with the weight of the fight and the hard truths. It was a lot and both of you felt like you could breathe with ease again but the air was still heavy, something that would only return to normal after the two of you separated for a night again and let everything sink in.

And that's what you did.

You went home a few hours later and made yourself ready for bed while Tom remained home, distracting himself with calling Harrison. He needed to get the annoyance of his best friend telling his story off his chest but he also owed Harrison a very big thank you because had he not, him and you wouldn't be talking.

"You had no bloody right." Tom mumbles.

"Yeah, well, you weren't going to say anything and someone had to." Harrison sighs.

"Still shouldn't have done it."

"A little late now but seemed to work out alright." Harison quips.

"Yeah, kind of." Tom agrees reluctantly. "Guess I owe you a thank you."

Harrison laughs on the other end of the line. "Yeah, yeah you do."

"Thanks, mate." Tom says, the annoyance and reluctance gone from his voice.

"Yeah, you're welcome." Harrison says. "So, what happens now?"

"Dunno." Tom shrugs, searching his cabinets for something to eat. "What if she dies?"

"What if she doesn't?" Harrison challenges.

"But what if she does?" Tom argues.

"Then, you deal with you it." Harrison shrugs. "But, don't focus on it, I'm beggin' you."

"Hard not to." Tom shakes his head, trying to push the thought of your words from his head.

"You gonna run?"

"Nah," Tom says softly. "Not gonna run."

"Good." Harrison says. "So, just go on like you two were."

"I don't think we can." Tom says, his voice almost a whisper. "Not, in a bad way, just, dunno worried now."

"You were worried before." Harrison points out.

"Different." Tom states. "Kind of have this idea but I think it's a little...I dunno cheesy."

Harrison scuffs. "That's never stopped you before."

"Yeah," Tom nearly whines before a chuckle falls from his mouth. "But she's different."

"Well, what's your idea?"

"She doesn't have a bucket list, kind of, but she still has things she wants to do, ya know?"

"So, you want to do some of those with her in case she dies?" Harrison questions, filling in the blanks.

"Yeah, too cheesy?"

"For everyone else, yes but not for you and I think she'd probably like it." Harrison encourages.

"Think so?"

"Just do it." Harrison groans.

"Yeah, yeah, alright." Tom chuckles.

The boys end their call and Tom sends a text to you. It's late and he knows you'll get it in the morning but now his blood is coursing with excited anxiety. He's terrified he'll get the call in the middle of the night or sirens will wake him from his sleep one night. He's scared but if he's learned anything from you, he can't live in fear of what might happen, even if the odds of that terrible thing happening are high. It's cheesy and cliche but he wants to make sure that if you don't get your heart, at least you can do some of the things on your Not A Bucket List.

Your phone buzzed repeatedly on your nightstand, waking you up. You grabbed your phone and squinted at the screen that's too bright. All you can see on the messages is a T and an H, allowing you to know it had to be Tom. You didn't bother reading the messages, before just clicking the call option. The phone pressed to your ear as your eyes closed, exhausted and wanting to go back to sleep.

"Hey, you're awake." Tom answers, surprise in his voice.

"Your messages woke me up." Your voice is scratchy with sleep. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Tom says quickly. "Sorry for waking you, love."

"It's okay." You say softly, sleep wanting to pull you back in.

"Aye, I need a list of everything you can think of on your Not A Bucket List, bucket list." Tom says.

"What?"

"Trust me." Tom urges.

"It's two in the morning."

"Yeah..." Tom says quietly. "Just, sometime later today."

"Why though?"

"Trust me." Tom repeats.

"Only if you stop calling it a Not A Bucket List, bucket list." You laugh softly. "Adding bucket list at the end defeats the purpose of it not being a bucket list."

"Okay." Tom agrees, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Okay, I'm gonna go back to sleep then...okay?"

"Yeah, sorry for waking you." Tom's voice is drenched in sincerity.

"It's okay. Goodnight and I love you." You smile softly.

"Love you." Tom whispers before you hang up.

There's a smile gracing your face as you fall back asleep. Sure, it was random and a bit weird and it woke you up but Tom sounded excited and happy. You couldn't be mad about him waking you up if you tried. He might not be telling you what he's planning but it's obvious as to why he would want a list and your heart can't help but flutter. He really is cheesy.

The next morning came around and you woke up with a vague memory of your phone call with Tom. It only made you laugh as you got ready for your day back at the shop. Your first day back, also means you going to Tom's door and seeing if he wanted to get back to going to together. Tom opened the door, looking tired but happy at the sight of you.

"'Morning, darlin." Tom greeted, allowing you inside.

"Good morning." You chimed. "Going together?" You ask.

"Yeah, 'bout ready." Tom says as he slides on his shoes.

"Did you really ask me to make a list for you last night?" You question.

Tom laughs. "Yeah, I did."

"Are you going to tell me why?" You ask.

"Think you can figure it out." Tom remarks, a smirk on his face as he stands back up.

You shake your head. "I'm not dying." You press.

"So?" Tom says. "Why aren't ya doing the things on our list then? Not dyin' so why don't you start living like you are."

"Aren't I supposed to be the one saying something like that?" You change your tone with a gentle smile.

Tom closes the small gap between the two of you, snaking his arm gently around your waist. "Guess you're rubbin' off on me." Tom suggests.

"Finally." You roll your eyes.

Tom laughs before pulling you closer to him and placing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "Better go before we're late." Tom suggests.

"When do you need the list?" You ask, pulling away from him and heading towards the door.

"Today, preferably."

"Not wasting anytime." You says as Tom locks his door.

His shoulders shrug softly. "Why not?" Tom's head is held high with his question.

"Okay." You agree, touches of confusion in your voice.

Harrison warned you that he would run but he doesn't seem like he's going to, in fact, he seems okay. Tom sees way too okay for your own comfort and you're afraid this is just the calm before the storm. But, you don't want to worry about it. You want to hope that maybe he's just like this because he finally got a ton off of his chest and you're talking again, there are no more secrets between the two of you. It's all just a bit weird to see Tom so happy and chirper.

At work, your dad is happy to have you back and you take your place at the register after you and Tom clock in. You open your laptop and work on a list for Tom. While typing, you peak up at him, watching him organize and interact with Frankie then with a few customs that come in. It's like the first day he started. It's still a little shocking to you that only a few months ago, Tom was swearing under his breath, hating everything and now he actually enjoys working here. He enjoys talking to customers and the work this job entails. You glance at your screen, and cross one of the things off of your list before going back to writing the list.

The day came to a close quickly and Tom was sitting in the driver's seat of his car, his fingers interlocked with yours as his thumb on the other hand tapped the steering wheel. Your attention was focused out of the window, rain starting to pelt the car and thunder rolling across the sky.

"So," You start. "This new happy, chipper attitude is great, but...why?"

Tom glances to you and his heart sinks, knowing he can't lie to you. "Happy with you." He says lowly. "Scared so, just, trying to be a bit more optimistic."

You stare at him, taking in his sharp jawline thanks to his clenched teeth. "No need to be scared, Tommy." You say.

"Are you scared?" Tom asks, his hand squeezing yours.

"No," You say simply. "You get scared for a little bit but then you just accept it and it's not scary anymore. Scared of what will happen to you if it happens, yes."

Tom glances to you but just for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. He's terrified of death and maybe it's because he's seen it and he's been close but you're just so content with it. You've simply accepted it and it's not scary anymore, your life being ripped away from you before you could do anything, make something of yourself, none of it. But, you're afraid of what will happen to Tom if you die. You're afraid of something you have no control over now or even after if you die. Your sole concern is Tom.

"No more secrets, right?" Tom questions and you hum in response. "It'd be fuckin' horrible." Tom's voice hardens. "And, fuck, if you die, I'm going to lose my fuckin' mind." You hang your head, regret of telling him starting to sink in. "But, uh, I-I think I'd go back to London and," Tom pauses. "Yeah, I'd run it's what I do. But I'd run home and Haz would come and," He licks his lips, as if everything he's saying is hard for him to admit. "I dunno, I'd make sure I'd stay like this because I didn't like who I was four months ago but I like who I am now. I like who you make me." His eyes look over to you and right back to the road.

A sad smile tugs at one side of your mouth. "I love who you are today." You whisper. "I'm not gonna die but I had to ask."

"I know." He says, his voice not nearly as convincing as yours but he's going to agree with you.

Tom parks the car in his usual spot and kills the engine but doesn't unlock the doors. You raise your brows, wondering what could possibly be going through that scattered brain of his now.

"Got your list?"

"Yeah, I was going to add you to the document later. Why?"

"Can I see it?" Tom asks, his eyes bright, contradicting the darkness surrounding you thanks to the storm.

You raise your brow and widen your eyes with a questioning expression but dig out your phone from your pocket. You open the driver and pull up the document before handing it to Tom. You watch him, his face illuminated by your phone screen while he reads things over.

"Have a kiss in the rain

Own a cat

Get a tattoo

Go to Disneyworld

Make a difference

Have a novel published

Spend the entire day baking

Try sushi

Ride in a hot air balloon

Visit another country

Get a manicure

Go to a nightclub

Make a difference..."

The first one catches his eye because talk about perfect timing but the one crossed outdraws his attention, making him stop reading the list and look at you. "Make a difference? You've crossed that one out?"

"Yeah," You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you push a strand of hair behind your ear. "I was writing but then I saw how you were with Frankie and the customers and how you actually enjoy working now. I had already written it down without realizing that I did make a difference...with you." You bite your lip, looking at him through your eyelashes. "And now you've just, ya know, confirmed it."

Tom's cheeks turn bright red and an uncontrollable smile splits his face. "Here." He hands you back your phone. "Out of the car but don't run inside."

"Oh, you're really gonna do this?" You laugh.

"Yeah!" Tom yells, opening his door, rain starting to blow into the car.

"We're going to get sick!" You yell over the rain.

"So?" Tom challenges, leaning over you and opening your door. "I'll buy you soup!" Tom moves away from you, exiting out of his side of the car.

The door shuts and you see him through the droplets of rain pouring onto the windshield. He's a little out of his mind but he's determined to make sure it's all worth it. Everything that's brought you two together is worth it, you get everything you've ever wanted and deserved. You sigh, leaving your things in the car so they wouldn't get wet before exiting out of your side.

"You're crazy!" You yell over the thunder.

"This is your list! I can do without a kiss in the rain, love!" Tom closes the distance between you, his hair and clothing completely soaked already.

"Then kiss me al-"

Tom cuts you off by grabbing your cheeks and pulling you into a rough kiss. Your breath catches in your throat as your eyes flutter closed. You pull him closer to you as Tom's tongue swipes your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your mouths move in sync as one, never missing a beat or even caring that the rain is getting worse. Lightning strikes above you and thunder rolls like the heavens are crumbling down but you're lost in each other. Lost in the moment and the taste of the contrasting seasons.

Tom pulls away, his chest heaving as he rests his forehead on yours. "Two down."

"Lots to go." Your words being swallowed by the rain.

You grab your things from Tom's car and go to his apartment, Tom loaning you clothes as to no surprise to you. The two of you get blankets and pillows, making yourselves warm in the living room after being in the cold rain. But, you don't sit together, exactly. Tom sits on the floor and you behind him on the couch, a brush in hand to brush out the knots that have formed from the rain and the soaked hair gel.

"Think your dad will miss you at work tomorrow?" Tom asks, your phone in his hands as he keeps reading your list.

"Probably not, why?" You ask.

Tom holds your phone up, shaking it softly. "Gotta list we gotta get through."

"And what exactly do you plan on having us do tomorrow?" You question, sarcasm laced in your voice.

Tom starts turning around, you moving the brush so he doesn't smack himself in the head. "That, Love, is a surprise." Tom smirks, wiggling his brows.

"That is not convincing."

"But you're gonna do it anyway." Tom points at you.

"You're kind of hard to say no to." You say softly.

"Know the struggle." Tom flicks your knee.

"Hey!" You glare at him.

"Just bein' honest."

"Okay." You agree. "Now, turn back around. You have a lot of hair."

Tom shakes his head, a few droplets of leftover water splattering you, making Tom burst into a fit of laughter. "Switch." He says, between laughs, getting up from the floor.

You roll your eyes but do as he says. Tom takes your seat and you take his. Tom removes the towel from your head, allowing your damp hair to fall down in a tackled mess. Tom starts with running his fingers through your hair, making sure not to force any knots out and staying gentle. Your eyes close and you swear you could fall asleep just like that.

You stay the night with Tom and call your dad first thing in the morning, who is actually very okay with you spending the day with Tom. After everything, your dad might not care for Tom, but Tom is growing on him and when you told him why you wanted to hang out with Tom, your dad was more than happy to allow you the day off.

People leave. When people get sick, people leave because it's hard on them. It's hard to watch their friend or family slowly deteriorate and it's hard to keep up with the medical speak and all of the stuff that comes along with it. The cautiousness that sometimes has to take place is just a little much sometimes and while you've been fine, your friends still found it a little hard. It wasn't just them, though. After Alex, you seemed to kind of give up on really trying to live and friends want to live. They live like they're dying every day but you stopped doing that but Tom walks in and now he's making you live like you might die. The reality is that you might so you might as well be happy and do the things you haven't done yet. Your dad is thankful for Tom.

"Okay, today, we bake but I have no fuckin' clue how so I'll just be watching." Tom grins as the two of you arrive at the grocery store.

"Well, that doesn't sound fair." You state as Tom gets a cart.

"I'll screw up..." Tom pauses, looking to you. "Okay, what are you baking?"

"I don't know!" You laugh, bumping his hip with yours. "You just told me to get in the car and you haven't told me anything so I didn't bother asking."

"Bad planning." Tom states, realizing he needed to actually give you a few details. "What d'ya want to bake?"

"Cookies, duh." You move away from him, leading him to the baking aisle.

"Oh, yeah, duh, should have known." Tom quips, you laughing in front of him.

"You asked." You shrug. "Should bake a cake, my dad likes chocolate."

"Okay." Tom nods. "Gonna get a box?" He looks at the boxes of cake mix lining the shelving.

You turn to look at him, your expression appalled. "No! Scratch! It's better."

"You take this seriously." Tom chuckles, shaking his head.

"Do you want cookies, Tom?"

"Yes, please." Tom says innocently.

"Okay, then." You look to your phone, pulling up your mom's number. You ask your mom for a family recipe for sugar cookies and the chocolate cake she always makes for your dad.

Your mom texts you the recipes and it's a scavenger hunt for you and Tom to locate all of the ingredients. You have to teach Tom which things are good off-brand and which ones need to be name brand. He thinks you're a little obsessive but you're adorable and passionate about it. You're determined that if you're going to spend the day baking with Tom, it's gonna be well worth it and he'll be able to bake cookies and a cake by himself come the end of the night.

You finish your shopping and head back to your apartment, laying out all of the ingredients on the counter. You direct Tom to preheat the oven while you separate what you need for the cookies and the cake, setting the stuff for the cookies off to the side first.

"Thought we were bakin' the cookies first?" Tom questions.

"Cake has to be frosted and you have to let it cool. So, we should have that done first."

"If you know how to bake and it's something you've clearly done plenty of times, why's it on your list?" Tom raises a brow, looking over the receipt displayed on your phone.

"Because," You shrug a shoulder. "I've never spent my entire day baking before and I like to bake so if I'm gonna die, I want to be able to just spend a day baking food."

"Alright." Tom gives you a soft smile. "What do we do then?" The soft smile turns playful with his words.

You had Tom start greasing the pans while you started measuring out the flour. Tom greased the pans and you had him crack the eggs. Tom smirked, pride etched across his face as if he was sure you doubted his ability to crack an egg. All you could do was laugh and have him turn on the mixer, knowing full well it'd come back to bite him. And sure enough, it did. He turned on the mixer a little too high and the powered ingredients splattered over him as you took a few steps, laughing.

"Think that's funny, do ya?" Tom questions.

"Yes." You continue to laugh but Tom narrows his eyes. "You shouldn't have gotten cocky about the eggs." You tease.

"No?" Tom questions, moving towards the open bag of flour. "I dunno, love, I did a good job." He grabs the flour and you stop your laughter.

"Don't you dare!"

"I'm not doin' anything!" Tom yells back, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips as he walks over to you.

"You're going to make a mess." You urge, backing away from him.

"If I'm a mess, you're a mess." Tom shrugs, moving quickly to you and pulling you into him, dumping a quarter of the bag of flour over your head.

"Tom!" You yell, shaking your head as he lets you go, his laugh consuming the room. "That's not even fair!"

"Isn't it?" Tom mocks, eyes widen and teasing.

"No!" You scold, brushing past him and back to the counter, grabbing the cocoa powder. "This is." You jerk the open container at Tom, getting his face covered in powder.

His eyes are closed as he sucks on his teeth. "Fuck it." Tom brushes the powder from his face and makes a move towards you.

He holds you close to him and shakes her head, powder going all over your face. You struggle to get free, breathless laughs escaping your lips before Tom reaches behind you, grabbing an egg from the carton. He holds in front of you, eyes daring.

"Tom," Your eyes widen. "Don't."

"Hmm," Tom hums. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Your eyes flicker between Tom's and the egg. The last thing you want to do is have to clean egg out of your hair. It's a complete mess but you know the devilish look in Tom's eyes, he's not kidding. He's going to slam that egg o top of your head. So, you give him a soft smile before quickly moving your hands to his face and pulling him for a kiss. Tom's grip on your hip tightened as a low groan came from his throat. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and the hand holding the egg lowered.

You bit his bottom lip, pulling away. "Truce?"

Tom shakes his head but his eyes are soft. "Yeah, alright, truce." He puts the egg down and you stick your hand out to shake his. Tom cocks a brow and shakes his head, before pulling you in for a quick kiss.

"You just sealed...this...with a kiss. You really are a cliche." You tease.

"We're baking and completing things on your Not A Bucket List, don't think you're much better, dalrin'."

"Didn't say I was." You stick your nose up, getting out of Tom's grasp to go back to the mixer.

The two of you go on to finish up baking the cake, only taking short breaks to make sure one of you wasn't going to attack the other with any of the ingredients. Once the cake was in the oven, you started working on the cookie dough, sharing one of your family recipes with him. It means a lot to you seeing as they were cookies you always made with your mom, but it was worth sharing this moment with Tom.

However, you did end up in another ingredient war while cutting out the cookies so, by the time the cookies were out of the oven, Tom was cheekily suggesting a shower. He didn't actually think you'd take him seriously, but you did. With the shrug of a shoulder and a sudden wave of confidence, you encouraged him to follow you to the bathroom.

You turned on the water and got two washrags while Tom grabbed a few towels. Once everything was ready, you stood in front of each other, waiting for one of you to start removing your clothes first. So, Tom took the hem of your shirt in his fingers, slowly pulling it over your head and tossing it to the floor, remains of flour and cocoa powder dusting to the bathroom floor. You took the hem of his shirt and allow it to fall to the floor. Your eyes taking in his toned stomach and an uncontrollable smile creeps onto your lips.

"Sure you don't want a picture, love?" Tom quips, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No." Your cheeks heat up as you look up to him.

Tom's chuckle echoes through the bathroom and above the falling water. "If you're sure." Tom's voice is tempting as he reaches around you and unhooks your bra.

"I'm sure." You whisper allowing the fabric to fall to the floor. Tom's eyes moving to your breasts and back to your eyes. "You sure you don't want a picture?"

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Tom's voice etches in sarcasm.

"You are seducable so..." You state. Tom's jaw drops and you laugh, closing the distance between the two of you and pulling Tom in for a kiss.

"Mm, ya, you're right." Tom whispers against your lips.

A giggle falls from your lips as you work on the button and zipper of his pants, slowly tugging them down with his boxer briefs. Tom follows your lead and strips you of your pants and underwear.

"Shower's probably good." You state, feeling a little exposed with it only being your second time naked in front of Tom.

"You first." Tom jerks his head towards the shower and you walk over.

You pull the curtain open, stepping inside and allowing the warm water to fall over your back, wetting your hair as Tom steps in. His eyes scan you up and down, his heart picking up and the smallest knot forming in his stomach just by the sight of you. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you flush against him.

"You're beautiful, ya know?" Tom whispers in your ear, placing a kiss on your neck.

Your cheeks heat up as you tilt your head to give him more access. "Mhm." You hum, your eyes closed and a snicker coming from Tom's lips. "Thought we were just gonna shower?"

-

"We are." Tom whispers, pulling away. "We're in the shower." A devilish smirk splits his face as his thumbs lightly rub your hips.

"Fair." You grin, sliding a hand to the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to yours.

Tom's hands slide to your ass, squeezing and a soft yelp falls from your lips as you push into him. Tom chuckles, his mouth not leaving yours. You retaliate by biting his bottom lip and moving to trail sloppy kisses down to his neck, making sure to suck a mark to his neck that would be there for the next week.

Tom allows one of his hands to move to your front, trailing his fingers delicately against your hip before moving between your legs. His fingers avoid your core, moving to just your inner thigh. Warmth spreads through your body with anticipation. Tom's fingers continue the slow movements until you pull away from his neck, kissing around his collarbones. One of tom's fingers slides across your folds and an involuntary whimper escapes your mouth, your hips slightly bucking forward.

"Thought we were here to shower, darlin'?" Tom quips, a lustful grin on his face as you look up to him.

"Shut up." Your face heats with embarrassment, pressing your forehead to his chest.

Your hand goes to Tom's dick, softly gripping him and pumping. His head falls into your neck as a gasp leaves him.

"Thought we were here to shower, Tommy?" You mock.

Tom looks back to you, eyes dark before his lips collide with yours. He inserts one finger between your folds, sneaking his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. Your movements become quicker and harder as Tom inserts a second finger, curling them both inside of you and pumping quickly. The palm of his hand is hitting your clit at a steady rhythm while you move your hips to try and get more friction. A coil starts building in your stomach and your walls start to clench around Tom's fingers. Tom smirks against your lips before pulling his fingers out and pushing you against the wall of the shower.

"You're on the pill, ya?" Tom asks as you remove your hand from his dick, watching the water hit his back and droplets fall down his toned skin.

A shy smile crosses your face. "Mhm."

"Then if it's okay with you," Tom gives you a husky whisper, pressing a kiss below your ear. "Thinkin' we just fuck right here." He continues to press gentle kisses back to your mouth before pulling away, you nearly melting at the sight.

"Please." Your plea is breathy.

Tom hikes your leg up around his hip while you steady yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He teases your folds with his tip before slowly sliding in. The both of you let out gasps, foreheads pressing against each other's. Tom's eyes flicker to yours, his heart stopping in his chest for just a second as he pulls out and thrusts back in. You moan, eyes falling shut. Tom speeds up his movements and your hand goes down to your clit. Soon enough, your walls start clenching around him as your moans mix with his and bounce from the tiled walls.

"T-tom." You stutter out a whimpered, breathless moan.

"Come on, Love." Tom encourages, quickening his pace.

You yell out Tom's name as your orgasm overtakes you, your legs starting to shake as you bite down on his shoulder. A few seconds later, Tom's pulling out and dropping your leg just in time for his cum to land on your hip. Your chests heave as you're held together. You start to softly giggle as you catch your breath.

-

"I see why you have a lot of sex now."

Tom closes his eyes, shaking his head as he laughs into your neck. "Yeah, not so bad." Tom looks back to you and kisses your lips.

"But," You start. "We really should actually shower."

"Yeah," Tom nods. "We really should." Tom says as he reaches over and grabs a washrag. "I'll get your back."

You nod softly as Tom steps away and allows you into the water. Tom washes your back and you wash his, both of you making sure to stay gentle while also enjoying the feel of each other beneath the washrags and admiring each other under the water. Tom lingers a little more against your chest, eyes looking over your scar, healing cut, and the bulge that's keeping your heart beating correctly. He takes extra care with those things and makes sure your comfortable.

Once you're washed, Tom's first to start with shampoo but only for him to have you turn away from him and let him wash your hair. His fingers are strong but delicate as he works the shampoo into your hair and scalp, your eyes closing with the sensation. He helps you wash out the shampoo before you switch places and help Tom wash his hair.

It was something completely new to the both of you. Tom's had shower sex before, plenty of times in fact, but not like that. It was similar to his and yours one other time together, gentle but still getting to the point. There's actual feelings involved and it's not just about getting off anymore but it's about you and how you feel. There's love and kindness between the lust. And for you, it's just something you never expected.

Sex can be awkward and scary even after the first time of having sex with someone. It sometimes takes ten times until people are comfortable with each other, comfortable enough to have sex in other places besides the bedroom and you, being more on the modest side, should have felt uncomfortable. But, you didn't.

Tom is comfortable and you can tell by his soft touches and gentle kisses that it's not about the sex. And, showering with someone is on a whole new level of intimacy and yet, there was no awkward tension or stillness in the air, just the two of you. It was gentle and intimate and you hope to the universe you have more moments like these with Tom.

Now, you're all dressed and laying on the couch. Tom luckily has loaned you so many articles of clothing, he didn't have to go home for a pair of sweats and you're comfortable in your own pajamas with the hoodie Tom originally loaned you. Your head is in his lap as the final season of Lost plays and his hand is brushing through the nearly dry tangles of your hair. He glances down at you and he's so in love with you his heart could burst from his chest. You're focused on the screen with one hand resting on his knee and you're perfect. And Tom can't help but wonder what his family would really think of you.

"Aye," Tom starts. "You have a passport?"