home is where the heart is

You didn't want to push it with your dad, he's already allowed you to go out instead of grounding you. "Ready to go?" you whisper hoping he didn't think you were in a rush to get away from him. If you had it your way you'd stay here forever.

"Sure thing cutie." You both climb back into the truck letting tom drive once more. You rest your head on tom's shoulder. Eventually you fall asleep.

You find yourself in a home, it's nothing like your home but rather a loft. It's furnished pretty sparsely, a nice couch, a flat screen tv and a large unmade bed in the back.

"Well hello." you heard tom call from behind you. You peer over the couch and see a shirtless tom his muscles glistening with sweat. You felt your mouth water looking at him. You smiled as you laid back on the couch.

"Oh my I am not prepared to entertain. I'm afraid you'll have to come back another time." You held back a giggle. When you suddenly felt tom climb over the couch and sit on your lap you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed as he ran his hands over your own stomach. You screamed as he grabbed your hands pinning you to the couch before kissing your lips. His lips felt electric against yours [after all this time.] Tom pulls away still sitting on your lap looking down at you. "Do you know how much I love you?"

Suddenly you wake up still laying on tom now with your head in his lap. You sit straight up anxiously.

"Is everything okay?" you could hear the concern in his voice.

"Why was my head in your lap?" you asked angrily looking out the window.

"You slipped off when we made the turn on belmont."

Tom didn't seem like the type to lie. "Sure." You answered brusquely.

"Is something wrong?" he asked pulling into your driveway.

"No." You open the truck door only to feel tom grab your hand.

"If there is, no matter what you can tell me." you believed him. [Why does he have to be so perfect?]

"I..." you looked at tom imagining him back in the loft on top of you that same look of love in his eyes. "I have to go." You ran inside your house as quickly as possible. Leaving the tom and the truck made your heart ache but you had to run. If you didn't run you'd never leave.

Upstairs you threw yourself on your bed. [Why can't he be a perverted dick. It would be so much easier.]

You heard a soft knocking at your door "Can we talk?"