Number one

"I pick number one."

"I knew it, you are... wait... did you say number one?"

"Yep! I'll be looking forward to spend some quality time with you, Miranda. I'll come pick you up a eight p.m., is that all right with you?"

"S-Sure..."

"Ok then, I'll leave you to yourself... I'll be with the others in the living room."

"Ok..."

"You can stop doing that, you know? Especially if you want me to leave..."

Miranda blushes at this remark, it's like he's suggesting that doesn't want to let go his cock, or even worse that she doens't him to leave the room...

"Yeah, sorry. I must admit you've really surprised me this time, Tom... Thanks, I really mean it."

"You're welcome."

You look the exchange between the two of them with some sort of envy.
The douche's move seems to have earned him quite some points with your crush.
Unacceptable!

He clumsily walks to the door with his boner weaving like a pointer, then unlocks it and leave, closing it behind himself.
Miranda shrugs, clearly perplexed, than quickly proceeds to unbutton her pants.
Before she starts peeling her off, you can't help but briefly wonder if it's still the case for you to stay and watch, given that now, the danger which being alone with Tom represented, has passed.