For no other reason than it's Friday, and I love you all ... here is a TAMING THE STORM TEASER!
Wearing only a shirt of Tom’s, which I retrieved from his bedroom closet, I tread down the stairs, my toes sinking into the soft carpet.
Looking around as I walk, I take his house in. Not something I got the chance to do last night. I had other things on my mind then … mainly, Tom.
In the light of day, this house is surprising me. It’s all soft furnishings, beautiful paintings hanging on walls, plush carpets and hardwood floors, kind of surprising.
Not what I would expect a rock stars house to look like … well, not Tom’s house anyway.
I had his place imagined as a fuck pad, pictures of naked women hanging on the walls, empty pizza boxes and beer bottles lying everywhere. And a few actual naked groupies littered around the place for extra decoration and personal usage.
But some serious thought and care has gone into making this house look beautiful and warm. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it a house, because it’s more than that… it’s a home.
Tom’s home.
A warm, gooey feeling fills my chest.
Pushing the feeling aside, I keep moving.
Reaching the hall, my feet move over warm, hardwood flooring, heading toward the sound and smell of food being fried.
I push open the kitchen door and the sight awaiting me is … well, it’s outstanding.
Tom Carter standing at the stove, barefoot, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts.
And he’s frying bacon.
It’s like all my Christmases have come at once.
“Isn’t that a little risky?” I lean against the door frame.
Tom turns, spatula in hand, questioning eyebrow raised.
“Hot fat. Very little clothing.” I point to his bare chest.
He grins that sexy grin of his. “I’m hardcore, Firecracker. You know that.” Then he winks.
And I puddle to the floor.
He’s so dreamy.
And I’m such a fucking girl.
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