Love or Lust

I laid in bed, after Tom and Bill’s voices had died down. I guessed Bill was going to bed. I had heard the conversation about Bill sleeping in Tom’s bed.
Before that they had been yelling about the kitchen. I was laughing the entire time.
I loved when they would yell at each other it. It was just to funny. I heard my door open.
I pretended to be asleep it didn’t work very well. Tom laid down, wrapping his arm around me. I automatically cuddled into him.
“Not asleep I see.” I heard him chuckle.
“Nope, couldn’t sleep without you.” I joked.
“Hmm, that’s interesting.” He laughed.
“Mhm.” I yawned draping my leg over him.
He kissed the top of my head as I began to drift into sleep.
I thought of how content I was now that I was in Tom’s arms and the thought of him being mine.
He was my guy.
He was the one I wanted to be with.
He was the guy who makes me happy.
After what seemed seconds of me being half asleep I heard Tom.
“Ella?”
“What Tom?” I asked looking at him.
“Do you want your birthday present?”
“It’s a little late isn’t it?” I giggled. “but sure.”
Tom pulled something out of his pocket and slipped it on my finger.
“Ella…”
“Yea?” I sat up turning my bedside lamp on. I looked at t he ring and it was beautiful, but I looked at Tom somewhat confused.
“I know I can be an asshole, and am not easy to get along with. I promise, though, that I will always be there when you need me and I’ll be there even when you don’t want me there. I love you Ella, happy late birthday.” I smiled at him the immediately hugged him.
I knew then that Tom was the man I wanted. Tom was the man I loved and nothing would ever change that.
“I love you too, Tom.” I smiled as Tom wrapped his arms around me once again.
“I’m happy to hear that.”
I knew that the ring was a promise, but to me it was so much more. Somewhat, it represented what I had always wanted.
I started out with lust, wanting someone deeply. I had wanted Tom in more than one way.
That lust had now developed into love. Love that we both deserved.
Tom used to be a guy who followed the urges of his dick rather than his heart.
Now I actually think he’s changed. He didn’t seem like the same Tom who’d just fuck a girl then leave.
He was a Tom that wanted to be with me and it seemed like he only wanted to be with me.
I guess this was a case of Lust becoming Love rather than the choice of being lust full or falling in love.
It defiantly wasn’t the choice, of Love or Lust.