You Gently Nudge Tom

You nudge Tom gently, just enough for him to stir.

“Mmm,” he grumbles, rolling onto his side. “What time is it?”

“Early. Kids are still asleep.”

He sits up, rubbing his face, hair sticking up in soft tufts. You both pad downstairs in your dressing gowns, the kitchen still dim in the early light.

The kettle clicks on, the hum filling the quiet. You drop bread into the toaster, watching the coils glow. Tom’s leaning against the counter, arms folded, eyes still heavy from sleep.

Two mugs are on the table. Steam curling. The smell of toast. It’s comfortable, easy.

You take a sip of tea, glance at him. “Can I tell you something?”

His brow lifts slightly. “Go on.”

You pull at a loose thread on your dressing gown. “Last night, after you’d fallen asleep… I, um… touched myself.”

That gets his full attention. He leans forward slightly, smirking. “Did you now?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” you warn, smiling despite yourself. “It was… about that TikTok. The hotwife one I told you about. You know, the one I’ve seen a few times now.”

He tilts his head. “A few times?”

You shrug lightly. “It just… keeps popping up. And I always tell myself it’s daft, but last night I didn’t just scroll past it. I let myself… think about it even more then before.”

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “Blimey. That’s not what I expected to hear over tea and toast.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s not like I’d ever do it. It was just… in my head.”

He studies you for a moment, eyes softer now. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’m just trying to picture you, lying there thinking about that. Makes me want to know exactly what you were imagining.”

You laugh, embarrassed, and reach for the toast. “Not over breakfast.”

He grins, leaning back in his chair. “Fair enough. But I’m definitely filing that away for later.”

You spread butter over the toast, pretending to focus on it, but you can feel his gaze still on you, warmer now, curious, like you’ve just given him a secret he’s not quite sure how to handle.