Hey,, is ya girl back with another chapter with lotsa fluff//// 🔪🔪🔪 means that james Reynolds ish is coming up(((( here's some ref images 🤞🏽That they load  let's get to it!

And not these colors but this is like the style of top and the length of the skirt

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James POV

Thomas and I are on our way to the fair. Laf rescheduled cheer practice to this morning, which went smoothly. Samuel Seabury filled in all of Charles's roles.

Thomas is wearing a King's Klovers muscle tee with his letterman jacket. The squad got our uniforms this morning at practice. Hercules got a few fashion majors to help him with production.

I decided to wear my uniform on our date to the fair because Thomas's jaw dropped when I first tried it on for him. The top was maroon with gold detailing. It had a huge K on the front and the fabric stretched from around the neck straight to the armpits, leaving my shoulders exposed. The skirt was also maroon with black, white and gold lining on the hem and a small slit on the left side. The skirt came up by my wrists when I put my arms down and the top left my midriff exposed. Then I pulled as much hair as I could into a ponytail and added the gold sparkled and maroon bow. A few stray, tight curls hung in my face.

I look so damn sexy, Thomas better be looking at me like a snack. He's definitely looking at me, but more like I'm a five course meal.

"Hey Tommy, keep your eyes on the road. You'll get to look at this all night~"

He isn't even embarrassed, he just chuckles and returns his eyes to the road outstretched in front of us. Then I feel his hand on my knee. He's got big hands, like he could totally wrap one around my thigh... I wouldn't complain.

I feel the car park and I look up from his hand to see several already lit up carnival rides ahead of us.

Thomas jumps out of the car and practically sprints to open my door for me, offering me his hand. I give it to him and he helps me out of the car. Thomas's hand leaves mine momentarily before he wraps his arm around my waist.

One thing I notice immediately is that my skimpy cheer uniform may not be fit for this September cold front. Whatever, I've worn less.

We walk up to the ticket office and are greeted by a sweet looking 16 year old girl

"Hello, I see that you're on the King's college football team, is this your plus one?"

Thomas and I nod and she passes us two mega ride passes. I haven't been to a fair in years. The last time I was at one of these it was with James, back before I knew what he was really like. This doesn't feel like that not even close. I feel safe with Thomas.

That's when I see the Tilt-A-Whirl. I just grab Thomas's arm and start running towards it with him in tow.

We flash our passes to the carny and run to get a seat. As soon as we get strapped in he puts an arm around my shoulder and I wrap my arms around his waist. I love having contact with him, we just fit together so well.

Now the world is spinning. We slide all across the bench. When we fall towards my side I'm practically crushed by Thomas's much larger frame and when we fly to Thomas's side I crash into him. But I'm tiny enough that my legs are able to get in between Thomas's legs and the safety bar. This causes me flying straight on top of him on several occasions.

When the ride's over we stumble out of our seats and start looking for our next ride.

"Jemmy, look! It's one of those alien spaceship things where you stick to walls. Let's go!"

Now he's running, but my legs are too short to keep up with him.

"Thomas, slow down! I have little legs!"

He just bends down and motions for me to get on his back. I do without complaint or shock. Then Thomas starts running like way too fast for me so I tight my hold on him by crossing my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

We get to the ride, flash our passes and spin till it feels like my brain is going to spill out my ears.

Now Thomas is looking for some fried Oreos or something else that I can't eat. When he finally finds them he tries to offer me one, but I politely reject because I can't eat all that crap and still have a trim figure, necessary for my cheerleading career. But Thomas leaves three, 'just in case you change your mind.' It's cute. The sun has set by now and I'm starting to shiver. Thomas sees me shivering and immediately removes his letterman jacket, draping it over my shoulders.

"T-tThomas it's n-not even tha-at cold. A-and now y-y-you'll be c-cold."

"James, you are shaking so bad, do not try and tell me that you aren't cold. Why are you wearing that anyways? I mean no wonder you're freezing!"

"A-a ho n-never getss c-c-cold." I try to say that defiantly, but my teeth keep chattering.

"James just keep the jacket, it's okay really."

I decide to stop fighting with him. This jacket is huge so I roll the left sleeve up to grab his hand.

We walk with our hands intertwined for a while before something catches Thomas's eye.

"James, close your eyes and hold my oreos. I have a surprise!"

I give him an uneasy look, I don't care much for surprises.

He looks straight into my eyes and calmly asks, "Will you trust me?"

He asks the question, calmly waiting. He looks like he doesn't care if I say no, like he cares only about me and not whatever his plan is. Thomas looks at me hoping for a yes, but accepting that a no could be my answer. In that moment I know that he has no intention of hurting me, now or ever. I can trust him and I want to trust him. I want him to know that he has my trust.

So I grab his Oreos. "Yes." It's the most simple yet powerful word I feel as though I've ever spoken. It feels nice to trust someone for a change.

And Thomas is smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. He gets behind me, using one hand to cover my eyes and the other is around my stomach to help guide me.

Every once in a while he'll say something about a pothole or some barf that I have to step over, but otherwise the walk is quiet. And in those quiet moments I feel him give a little squeeze with his arm or rest his chin on top of my head. I love it.

"Okay, open your eyes!"

I do as he says and I see the Ferris wheel right in front of us. At this point it's about 10 pm so the sun has set and the ride is completely lit up. We board the ride, Thomas insisting that I get in first. When he steps inside, he sits down right next to me and puts an arm over my shoulder. I melt into the contact and grab his and with my hand that's poking out of one of the humongous sleeves.

We go around the wheel like that about 2 times. Then it stopped, while we were at the very top. I look up at Thomas and he looks down at me. I think I'm in love. I know that can't be because we just met less than a week ago, but I love how I am around him, how he makes me feel, how he completes me. And before I know it Thomas is leaning down for a kiss.

I'm surprised, but glad. I wrap my arms around his neck and he starts to grab at my hair and my waist. I transition from sitting next to him to on top of him. I never want to leave his lips.

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The last person who kissed me was James Reynolds. The last time he kissed me, I was sore from his beatings and exhausted from being pimped out to 3 different guys in one night. Then I took the money to buy him his weed. It always calmed him down. After he had a few drags from his joint he started sweet talking me. He talked like he wasn't an addict or an alcoholic or my abuser. He talked like he loved me and I wanted to believe it, oh god did I want to believe that he cared about me. But I couldn't. I just wouldn't allow myself to excuse his behavior or to believe his lies any longer. That kiss was sick, selfish and fake.

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This kiss is real. This kiss is one of love and care. This kiss is from a good man who cares about me. This kiss is with Thomas. I want all my kisses to be with Thomas until the day I die. I want to be with Thomas.

Just then I realize that I need to breathe. I pull away, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I press my forehead against his, not wanting to fully separate from him.

Then I realize that we are going to have to get off the ride since our cart is approaching the loading dock.

"Thomas, we'll have get off soon."

"But I don't wanna mooovee"

"Ugh, come on! You know I can't carry you."

"But I can carry you~"

"Thomas, don't you-"

Too late he already swooped me up, adjusting my legs so that I was piggybacking him. After we got off the ride and down the stairs I started to climb up to his shoulders.

"Hey, what're you- james? Ow!"

"Sorry just gimme a sec!"

I put my hands on his shoulders and straightened my elbows, getting my legs closer to their goal. I swing a leg over one shoulder and then another leg over his other shoulder. There we go! Now I'm on top of Thomas's shoulders and my hands are playing with his hair, absentmindedly.

"Tommy, I feel so tall! Is this what you feel like all the time."

"I guess so, darling."

Wow, he even has a southern drawl. Yup definitely adding that to the list of reasons why Thomas is smoking hot.

As we reach the car, I begin to feel sleepy. Thomas notices and makes me get off of his shoulders, only to pick me up in his arms. Then he proceeds to set me in his car and begin to drive home.

I'm almost asleep by the time that he carries me back to our dorm. Once he gets in the door he tries to lay me down on my bed and walk to his, but I grab his hand.

"Tommy, stay please~" I whine, not caring much if I do sound thirsty.

"Anything for you, sugar."

I smile and scoot over to make room for him on the bed. He lies down next to me and lies his left arm under my head. I put my arm across his chest and nuzzle my face into his neck. I fall asleep to the sound of him breathing.

Okay so next chapter will either be kind of short or suuuperrr long. But I'm probs going with long bc I can't wait another chapter to write this thing that I'm soooo excited about. Anyways luv y'all💕