![]() Tom snuck a glance at you and cocked a smile when he saw what you had done. You began to move the various mugs out of your way until you found the one you were looking for, shaking your head a little back and forth to let your hair move. “Good morning.” You said over your shoulder as you opened the cabinet next to the sink. He rinsed his plate right as you walked by, your perfume wafting his way as you passed. The conversation completely departed from Tom’s mind by the next morning as he put his dishes away in the sink and loaded them in the dishwasher. Little did he know, that text would forever change the nature of your relation. You hadn’t reacted the way Christina had, but you also hadn’t reacted the way Tom had. you ain’t slick holland” You texted, making Tom chuckle again. At least you weren’t making him feel bad for what he said, even if it fell a little flat. “what are you, a vampire? trying to get me to show off my neck I see □” He was at a happy medium, and he was okay with that. His plan didn’t end up with you admitted your long held love for him, but it didn’t completely backfire either. I’ll just never compliment you again □” Tom texted you back. Tom laughed to himself, his chest rising and falling repeatedly at your words. Then, “what about the skin between my fingers?”Īnd then, “do you like the back of my knees too?” The clock went up a minute before your answer came. Tom almost threw his phone across the room from anxiety as he waited for your response. Tom twiddled his thumbs anxiously as he typed out the next part.Ī bubble appeared almost immediately, then disappeared. No going back now if he was already halfway there. “why □” Your text appeared on his screen and he blew out a nervous breath. “you should wear your hair up more” He wrote, heart pounding in his ears as he waited for the bubble to come up. Finally, he decided to let Owen do the talking for him. His eyes shifted back to his phone, thumbs dancing over the keyboard as he thought of what to type. Tom stared at his screen with furrowed eyebrows as Christina timidly brushed the back of her neck with her fingertips with a smile, making Tom wonder if that line actually worked on girls. ![]() He thought Christina would find that comment as weird as he did, but she didn’t. That was how he chose to flirt with the girl he liked? Tom continued texting you when what was intended to be background noise caught his eye. “Gross.” Tom mumbled as he shifted his eyes back to his phone. His eyes drifted back to his screen and he paid a little more attention, watching as Owen stood behind Christina and smiled for a minute before saying, “You should wear your hair up more. He didn’t exactly have anything to talk about, he just wanted to talk to you. Toms thumbed danced over the keyboard, unsure of what to say next. “when I tell you you cannot get attached to ANYONE I mean it.” You answered. “I’m a few seasons into Grey’s Anatomy and I need to know who I can’t get attached to in case they die.” what’s on your mind?” You texted back in a few short seconds, making Tom smile. “did I wake you?” Tom pulled out his phone to text you, not wanting to keep you up if you had been asleep. It was reserved for late night messages, usually when one of you wanted a snack but didn’t want to go to the kitchen alone. Ever since you moved in, you and Tom communicated at through knocking on the wall since your rooms were next to each other. Finally, you finished the knock, letting Tom know you were still awake. He tilted his chin up towards the wall, waiting for your response. Unable to sleep and growing bored with the episode of Grey’s Anatomy he was watching, Tom reached up and knocked the secret rhythm to on his wall. Synopsis: Tom gives you an intimate compliment that makes you question just how platonic your friendship is
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