Whirlwind

There was nothing I loved more than spending a lengthy amount of time in bed, especially when there was a man there to keep you company. Of course, normally I didn’t have time to spend more than the needed time for sex in bed with a man, but seeing as I was on vacation there was plenty of time.

If there was one thing that I enjoyed doing with Tom that didn’t involve sex, it was talking with him. I couldn’t help but wonder if we would continue being friends once this vacation was over.

We spent the evening after the movie theater locked away in my hotel room. We had sex, of course—that had been my original plan. And then we just hung out, talking, watching TV, and ordering room service for dinner. It was fun. Maybe even the most fun I’d had in a while. We eventually fell asleep in my bed. This whole letting a man spend the night in my bed thing was kind of new. Normally I’d kick out whoever I was sleeping with when I was done with him. I guess Tom was the exception; I didn’t mind him being around.

I awoke the next morning to Tom shaking me gently.

“Are you ever going to get up?” he questioned, standing next to the bed and smiling down at me.

“Hey, this is my vacation,” I mumbled sleepily, before yawning. I sat up slowly, trying to rub the sleep from my eyes before looking at the clock (It was 8 a.m.!) and then back up at Tom. “Why are you up so early?”

“Habit,” he said. “I thought we could go get some breakfast and then if you wanted I could show you where I live so I can change my clothes.”

“Is it normal for tour guides to show people their homes?” I asked, slowly getting out of bed. I really wasn’t a morning person if I was being honest.

“Is it normal for people to sleep with their tour guides?” Tom asked in return. I glared at him, but he just smiled.

“Touché,” I said before rolling my eyes. I got dressed quickly and then left the hotel with Tom.

After a quick breakfast at a nearby café, we got into Tom’s car and headed through London to his apartment.

Once we had arrived and actually entered his apartment, I couldn’t help but be impressed. It was probably one of the nicest apartments I had been in. Of course, this was Tom’s apartment and he just happened to star in several movies.

Tom went to his bedroom to change his clothes, saying he’d give me a tour in a minute. I stood in the room we had entered into, which was the living room, and marveled at just how spacious it was. My apartment now seemed cramped in comparison.

“Okay, time for the tour of my home,” Tom said as he entered the room, now wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. He showed me each of the rooms, kitchen, bathroom, guest bedroom, and then last, his own bedroom.

“Did you end at your own bedroom on purpose?” I asked.

“And why would I do something like that on purpose?” he asked.

“Oh I don’t know,” I said, meeting his gaze with my own. “Maybe trying to hint at something.”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he said, stepping past me into the hallway.

“If you say so,” I said. I entered his bedroom and sat down on the huge bed, Tom glancing behind him to see that I had not followed him back down the hallway. He smirked as I bounced lightly on the bed. “This feels comfortable.”

“You want to test it out?”

“Oh, now you’re being obvious,” I said, standing up and placing my hands on my hips. He came into the bedroom to stand in front of me. Without another word, he tilted his head down slightly to capture my lips with his.

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Later, when I had fully experienced just how comfortable Tom’s bed was (several times, I might add), I reluctantly climbed from Tom’s arms and started getting dressed. Tom watched me silently until I was pulling my jeans up.

“Are you leaving?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t do sleepovers.”

“But I’ve stayed over in your hotel room,” he said. I shrugged.

“It’s different,” I said. “I don’t really know the best way to explain it, but for me it’s just… I don’t like staying the night in other people’s beds. And normally, I don’t let guys stay the night in my bed.”

“So I was the exception?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” I said, smiling at him. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

“No,” he said. “I have an audition and I have to meet with a few people. Do you want a ride back to your hotel?”

“No thanks, I’ll just call a taxi,” I said. I walked to the door to his bedroom and turned to look at him. “See you later.”

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The next day, I was on my way back to my room from an afternoon of shopping when I noticed that Elizabeth was working yet again.

“Hey,” I said, smiling at her as I stopped near the desk.

“Hello,” she said, smiling back at me. “Sarah, right?”

I nodded my head.

“How are you enjoying your stay?” Elizabeth asked.

“I’m having such a good time,” I said. “I’m glad I decided to take a vacation.”

“Most people are,” she said in reply.

“So, listen,” I said. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I could totally use some girl time, and you seem nice enough. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out this evening. We could get drinks and gossip. Wow… I think I’m sounding kind of creepy right now.”

Elizabeth laughed.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “And I’d love to have ‘girl time.’ I can get a hold of some of my friends too if you want.”

“That sounds great,” I said. “It’s kind of difficult to have a lot of fun when you know practically no one.”

“I understand,” she said. “Want to meet outside here around 10 tonight?”

“That sounds great,” I said. “See you then.”

I smiled to myself once I was back in my room. I couldn’t help it. That had gone so much better than I had thought it would. Maybe when I got back home I’d try and actually make some friends there.