Icy twins & hot actors (The stars book 5)

Homework and making out like teenagers

*Meri*

When the doorbell rings I hurry out to open, finding a smiling Tom outside … or a huge bouquet of white and deep red long stemmed roses with Tom somewhere inside I guess. "Hi… Tom".

His head pokes up over the roses. "Well hello darling, I thought I would get you a little something as it's the first time I see your home".

"You didn't have to Tom". I say biting my lip, wondering if I have a vase large enough for all the flowers.

"I know, but I wanted to". He holds out the flowers to me and I take them. He steps inside, closing the door. "I hope you like roses".

I smile at him. "Actually, I love roses… they are my favorite. Let's just go into the kitchen and put them into some water".

"Sure". He follows me into the kitchen. "Oh hi Lumi, Nice kitchen".

"Well hello lover boy and thank you". She says with a smirk.

Tom pulls out a single white rose and hands it to her. "For you my lady".

"Oh you big gooey teddy bear you". She smiles. "He is a keeper Meri, most definitely a keeper".

I can't help smiling as I give up getting the flowers into one vase and splitting them into two. "I am starting to see that".

Tom's cheeks go slightly red. "Uh I actually have something else too".

He hands me a box and I open it, it is heart shaped chocolate. "Oh chocolate, they look delicious Tom, thank you".

"You are welcome … they have cheesecake filling". He says biting his lips.

"Uhh I have to taste those". Lumi says grabbing one on her way out and stuffing it in her mouth. "Oh Lord … those are almost better than s*x". She moans. "Well see you kids and behave".

I take a piece of chocolate too. "Okay now I definitely have to taste one". I bite it in half, and groan slightly. "Oh she is definitely right, try it". I hold out the half heart to him.

Instead of taking it, he grabs my wrist and slowly steps closer, taking my fingers and the chocolate into his warm mouth, twirling his tongue around them and then slowly sliding my fingers back out. "Hmm those are very delicious".

I am trying to get my breathing back to normal. Damn that was just … mean. Why does he have to be so insanely sexy all the time ? "Uhm I think I will put one vase in the living room and one in my room".

"Let me carry them". Tom quickly takes the vases and follows me into the living room.

He looks around. "Very cosy, it's easy to see that a couple of girls live here though".

"Well I can't really deny that". I say, chuckling as I take one of the vases from him and put it on the table. "Now promise you won't laugh when you see my room".

He chuckles. "I didn't laugh when I saw your slippers did I ?"

"Hey my slippers are very warm, nice and pretty". I pout at him.

He chuckles again. "They are almost as cute and adorable as you".

"Kiss ass". I mumble and go into my room, with Tom on my heels.

I take the vase from Tom and put it down on my dresser. I love that my whole room will now smell like roses.

Tom is looking around, smirking slightly. "It's very you … very romantic".

"Well I do live here you know, so it makes sense". I throw myself on the bed.

"Actually I really like these slippers". Tom grabs my foot, squeezing my pink cat slipper. "They are purrfect".

I giggle. "Really Tom ? Did you really just go there".

He climbs up on the bed, straddling my legs. "I really like this sweater too, it looks so soft and cuddly … I need to feel it".

I giggle again and squeal as he snuggles his face into my stomach. "Tom … stop it you … you … scoundrel".

"I can't help it … it's the effect you have on me". He looks up at me, his head still resting on my stomach. "This room makes me kind of feel like a teenager again. I honestly can't remember when I was last in a girls room".

"Oh I bet you have been in a lot of girls' rooms". I can't stop giggling as his beard is tickling through my sweater.

He crawls up to hover over me, looking me into my eyes. "Honestly, no. I haven't really been dating for the last two years. And the few dates I have been on have been sipping expensive wine, sitting on a designer couch in a home that looked like something from a design magazine … this is a relief".

"That sound … utterly boring and unromantic". I say, running a hand through those amazing curls of his, making him hum softly.

"It is and it feels so … fake … the thought of marrying one of those women, to live a whole lifetime like that". He shudders slightly. "No I'd rather be alone then".

I gently push him away. "But right now I have to be boring too … homework first … I need it done".

"Okay, Let's take a look at it". He sits up. "I happen to know quite a lot about Shakespeare".

Tom is really good at explaining everything to me and I can hear that he really loves this and understands it. At a point when I don't get what one of the sonnets mean, Tom jumps up, and recites it by heart. Suddenly it makes total sense.

"So did you study English literature or ? And where did you go to School ?" I let myself fall back down on the bed. "I just assume you went to college because you are so damn smart".

"Nah, no english literature. I have a double first in Latin and ancient Greek from Oxford". He says it like it's nothing.

I shake my head slightly, suddenly feeling dumb. "Of course, I should have known you are some kind of genius".

"I am not … I am just kinda good with languages". He says dumping down beside me on the bed.

"Hmm, and acting, and literature oh and kissing". I roll over, straddling his stomach. "That reminds me that I haven't kissed you yet. And honestly after listening to that sonet I have to kiss you".

His hands grab my hips and he smirks at me. "Well I am definitely not telling you no … actually I have been waiting for a kiss since I came".

"You could have taken one". I say arching one eyebrow. "I was kind of scared that if we started kissing I would never get my paper done".

"Admitted, that is a very real possibility". He says winking at me. "Sooo that kiss you promised me ?"

"Demanding now are we ?" I lean down, sealing my lips to his. Seconds later he is nipping at my lip, making me moan softly.

I let the tip of my tongue run over his lips, drawing them, hearing a soft groan from his chest. And in a flash I find myself under him, a cheeky smile tugging on his lips. "So this going slow … have we reached the point of making out like teenagers on top of the clothes ?"

"Definitely … most definitely". I manage to say, then his mouth is on mine kissing me passionately. My hands caressing his back. I can feel his muscles move through his shirt.

And we really do make out like a couple of teenagers in heat. And it feels so good, so uncomplicated. Not one time I feel pressured or pushed to doing more. The fact that he respects my wishes this much makes my heart flutter.