One night stand game open the door6/11/2023 I reach up, my hands finding his, our fingers intertwining. He brushes his lips over my cheek and then down the side of my neck. He steps closer, his body pressed against mine. "I noticed." I say, and then we both sort of laugh. "I've been wanting to kiss you all weekend." He says softly and my eyes go to his mouth. I bump up against the door almost immediately, and he rests his hands by the sides of my head, blocking me in. He's just so tall and sort of imposing, and he's staring at me like I'm made out of something delicious. Tom steps toward me, and then I step back, almost without thinking. He has a big bed, which is neatly made and covered in a dark blue feather comforter. He has a lamp on, but it's not much more than a golden glow from the far end of the room. He stares at me for a moment and then pulls me inside his room. Tom is standing there, the door open just enough to see his face. I knock softly and the door opens immediately. If I was a character in a holiday movie, my name would be Slutty Christmas. The door is closed, but I can see a bit of light coming from underneath it. I make it up the stairs to the top floor without running into anyone, and then down the opposite side of the hall toward Tom's room. Hiddleston, I am sneaking off to go defile your son. On the main floor, I can hear Mrs Hiddleston and the ladies laughing and carrying on during their card game. Tom isn't in the hallway, so I make my way softly through the corridor, back up the stairs. I count to ten and then slip off the couch, and out the door behind me. I take a deep breath, squeezing the muscles in my thighs together. He gets up then and disappears from the room so quickly that I'm not even sure he was there at all. Good night, Gracie." He presses his thumb into the tender spot on the arch of my foot and a strange mixture of pleasure rolls up my leg. My mind stutters, like a record skipping. "I'm going to bed soon." He says so softly, I'm not sure if I hear right at first. He's watching me, and it makes me feel nervous and alive. My hand rises to my mouth, and I run a finger over my bottom lip. "You've got a point." He tilts his head to the side. He moves his hand, running his thumb down and over the arch of my foot. He smiles softly and then looks back at me. She'll have lots of fun cursing your name." I grin. "I wasn't trying to ruin her Christmas." He says, glancing back at the movie. I don't know that he even realizes he's doing it. Tom's hand is still on my ankle, and he rubs his thumb slowly back and forth across my anklebone. Tom nods, imperceptibly at first, but then he turns his head and looks at me. "Are you all right?" I whisper, sitting up a bit. Tom's aunt and uncle are thoroughly engrossed in the movie, as are Emily and Mark. I'm not sure anyone else even noticed Tom has come in. Every time I breathe, I feel as if the whole world knows it. I was almost asleep a moment ago but now I am fully awake. He's got on hand resting on my ankle under the blanket. I settle back onto the couch, far too aware of the warmth of his legs against mine. I lean down, throwing a bit of the blanket toward him, and he arranges it over my feet and his legs, without looking away from the movie. Play icon The triangle icon that indicates to play
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