Whirlwind

In the morning, I decided to wander around nearby and inspect a few of the shops I hadn’t had a chance to check out yet. Plus, I didn’t know if Tom wanted to do anything today, so I figured it’d be best to stay near the hotel in case I heard from him.

I found a nice little restaurant to have some breakfast before doing some shopping. As I browsed the shops, I couldn’t help but smile. I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually been able to go somewhere and just casually go through a store without a purpose. I could definitely get used to this whole relaxing thing. It was just hard to break habits that you’d had for years. Once you’ve gone through some sort of hardship, you can’t help but fear that it could happen again.

If I were being completely honest, I was always on edge, worried about what bad thing was going to come into my life next. Or wondering what was left out there to break me down, and finally knock me down into a helpless mess. My father was gone (I had no idea where he was, or if he was still alive), my mother was gone… It seemed there was nothing left for me to lose. But I was still here, and I couldn’t help but worry what could happen to me. Homeless? Heartbroken? I wasn’t going to let that happen. I had been saving money since the day I started working. I had enough money to get me through if something were to happen. I even had a good deal to spare, which is why I’m on vacation in London. And heartbroken? Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. No attachments, no broken hearts. Simple as that.

I jumped suddenly when my new phone started to go off, unfamiliar with the ring tone. I pulled it out of my pocket and smiled when I saw that it was Tom.

“Hello, tour guide,” I said when I answered.

“Good afternoon, miss,” he answered and I couldn’t help but check the time, realizing that it was just past noon. Who knew I could spend so much time in these shops? “I was calling to inquire about your availability.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I said. “I’m free today.”

“Good!” Tom said. “I’ll be at your hotel soon, and then I thought we could grab some lunch.”

“Sounds good,” I said, heading out of the shop I was in and back down the sidewalk in the direction of my hotel. “See you soon.”

When my hotel came into view, I noticed Tom’s car as he pulled up to the sidewalk, parking. I waved at him as he got out of the car.

“Good timing,” I said.

“What were you up to?” he asked, smiling at me.

“Just looking around, doing some shopping,” I said, holding up the few bags that were in my hand.

“Get anything good?”

“A few things,” I said. “I just want to bring these up to my room before we go anywhere.”

“Okay,” he said, following me into the hotel. I noticed Elizabeth was working now, and she smiled at me as we walked by. I made a mental note to talk to her some time. She seemed nice and it might be fun to have another female to talk to while I was here.

“Do anything interesting this morning?” I asked once we were in the elevator.

“Not especially,” he said, smiling down at me. “Just working on getting some movie deals. You know, the usual.”

“Oh yes, the usual,” I said, smirking.

When we got into my room, we went inside and I carried my shopping bags into the bedroom, setting them down against the nearest wall. When I turned around to leave, I jumped, not realizing that Tom had followed me.

I smiled at him, but before I could make some sort of comment, his mouth was pressed hotly to mine. His hands found my hips, pulling me against him as his tongue broke the barrier of my lips. My arms would around him, palms flat against his back, trying to be closer to him.

This had been unexpected, to say the least, but it was definitely welcome. After a while, Tom pulled away, blue eyes meeting my brown ones.

“Is this alright?” he breathed. I nodded my head. “I’m just not used to this type of situation so I don’t really know what the rules are.”

“It’s simple,” I said. “No romance, no feelings. We’re not a couple. We’re just two people who enjoy hanging out and getting laid.”

His hand reached up, brushing some hair out of my face before he smiled.

“That seems easy enough,” he said.

“You’d think,” I said. “But I’ve found people who can’t follow the rules before.”

“And what happens to those people?”

“I don’t see them anymore,” I said. Before he could ask any more questions, I pressed my lips to his. He responded immediately and it wasn’t much longer after that that we fell in a heap on the bed, clothes lost and forgotten as hands ran over skin.

My fingernails dragged down Tom’s back as he moved inside of me, my teeth digging into my bottom lip in an attempt to stop the stream of profanities that wanted to escape from my mouth. Tom’s breath fell hot and heavy against my throat, and my mouth fell open when I felt his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh.

When we were both finished, Tom collapsed on top of me for a moment before pulling out and moving to lay beside me.

“So, how about lunch?” I asked once I had regained some control of my breathing.

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“Where are you taking me?” I asked as Tom led me through London.

“You’ll see,” he said, smiling at me. I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway.

We’d eventually gotten ourselves out of bed and had gone to a nearby café for some lunch. Now here we were, somewhere in London going to some mysterious location that Tom insisted we go to. I imagined it wasn’t something huge, just because we were walking instead of driving. I didn’t know if there were any tourist attractions right near my hotel.

My suspicions were confirmed when we stopped in front of a movie theater. I glanced at Tom, giving him a questioning look.

“You said you hadn’t been to a movie theater in a long time, and I figured that needed to be changed,” he said, smiling. I rolled my eyes, but smiled back as well.

“What movie are we seeing?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he said. He pointed to where the movies were posted with the movie times. I looked through the list.

“I don’t know what any of these are about,” I said. “You just pick something. I think I can trust you with picking out a decent movie.”

I followed Tom to the window to get the tickets for whatever movie he had decided on before heading to the snacks where we got some popcorn (not too much though because we had just had lunch). According to him it was necessary to buy popcorn when you go to the movies, and I couldn’t argue with that. It was delicious.

When we entered the theater for our movie I looked around, noticing there was no one there.

“When does the movie start?” I asked, as we took two seats in the back.

“Soon,” he said, checking his watch.

“Well, I hope no one shows up last minute,” I said. “They might not be able to find a seat.”

I smiled at Tom and he laughed.

“Yeah, this isn’t a good sign for this movie if no one is here,” he said.

It didn’t take long into the movie to realize why there was no one here.

“This movie sucks,” I said out loud. There was no point in being quiet seeing as it was only Tom and me in the theater.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. I rolled my eyes. “Do you want to go?”

“Kind of, but I’d feel bad because you paid for this,” I answered.

“We could just make out,” he said, eyes shining as he smirked at me.

“That wouldn’t be considered romantic?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I’d consider it more of me trying to score.”

“Score?” I asked, laughing. “How old are you now?”

“Shut up,” he said, leaning over the armrest between us and placing his lips upon mine.

I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue entrance before deciding to fight back a little. He smiled into the kiss as my hand found the back of his neck. My fingers moved into his hair, tugging lightly, eliciting a groan that was just barely audible over the sound of the movie. I tried to get myself a bit closer to Tom, but the armrest was in the way.

I broke the kiss with a frustrated sigh.

“Let’s go,” I said, standing up abruptly.

“Where?” he asked, also standing.

“My hotel,” I answered. “Consider yourself lucky. You’re gonna ‘score.’”