Inhaled - Tom Hiddleston

6. Payback...

I slowly open my eyes, as I feel him brush his lips to mine.

"Good morning, darling." Tom smiles widely.
"Good morning." I kiss him back. He is on all four in the bed, leaning over me. I can tell by his wet hair that he has already showered. How did he not wake me up?

He lays down beside me, on his side. His eyes usually smiling, are now quite serious.

"Y/n...?"

"Mhmm?" I turn my head more to study him. The light coming in the window gives him a golden glow.

He kisses me again. "I usually don't... I mean... Not this quickly..»

I giggle. "Me neither." I know what he means.

He nods. "Maybe we shouldn't have.."

I kiss him to shut him up. "We didn't really do it though."
He laughs nervously again. "I've never done that before either."

"No?" I ask. He seemed as if he knew exactly what he was doing last night. Just thinking about it makes me want to... Kiss him harder.

He shakes his head. Then he kisses me again, before sitting up. He is still in his boxers, and I can't tear my eyes from him. I sit up too.

"We can do it again?" I smirk. Tom leans over and kisses me slow. "I'd love to, but we should get to breakfast..."

I sigh. "What do we do about that...?" I ask. "What time is it?".

"It's half past eight." he chuckles.

I cover my face with the sheets. "God... I can't go out there, everyone is probably on their way to eat..."

"Yes..." Tom laughs. "You're a little suspicious in yesterday's dress.."

"You don't say...?" I roll my eyes.

"You could use a shirt from me... But I think that might be just as suspicious."

I nod.

"As is it if I walk you down to your room..." he sighs.

"Do you have any sweatpants?" I ask softly.

He laughs. "Yes, but y/n... You're a lot smaller than me."

I grin: "What are you saying?"

He crawls closer. "You're small." he whispers in my ear.

I sigh and wrap my arms around his neck kissing him again. "Can't we just stay here?"

"I'd love that..." he whispers into my mouth. Then he pulls away, sitting on the corner of the bed.

"But that would seem weird as well." he chuckles. I nod, looking over at the red pile of my dress lying on the floor. I would most certainly meet someone on my way to my room to get new clothes, so that doesn't tempt me much.

I slide closer to Tom on the bed. He turns to me, looking at me with those steel blue eyes. "Could you ask someone for help? I mean, I could go down to get clothes, but I don't know what people would think..." He looks seriously at me now. Like he's sorry.

"I can text Haley..." I think out loud.

"Haley Haley?" Tom raises a brow.

"Yes, I got her number yesterday. Her room is next to mine." I explain.

"Okay." I can hear by his voice that he's unsure.

"She's really nice, and she won't tell anyone." I assure him.

He smiles and nods as a sign I should do it. I quickly pick up my phone texting her:

Hey, could you help me out?
-Y/n