Reveals himself- Tom notices you staring at him and chuckles awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. It turns you on when he does that, but you'd never admit it to him. Being shy can be such a burden sometimes. "I know what you're thinking," he starts, running his hands down his chest. You bite your lip, wanting to replace his hands with your own. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should have called." He chuckles again, eyes roaming over your outfit. "It's fine, you know you can swing by whenever you want. So, come in I have some tea running on the kettle." You close the door behind him as he saunters into your place. "I always loved your apartment, I feel so calm here." Tom says. "Awh thanks it's a tiny apartment but its home." You smile and take the kettle off the stove and pour the steaming water into the cups and add sugar, "How many spoons of sugar Tom?" He looks up from the couch and replies, "Three, thank you darling, oh could you add some milk?" "Of course Tom." You pour some milk, grab some cookies, and walk over to the couch, placing the tea next to him on the table and grabbing cookie before slinking into the other end of the couch. "So Tom, what brings you here?" He grins, "I just wanted to make sure the photos for Vogue Italia were the ones I asked for." I turned on my laptop and logged in, I could feel his eyes on me while I opened the files with his photos, "Here they are," giving him my laptop to look through the photos, "You sure that's it, I could have just emailed these to management, you didn't have to come all the way down here-"Tom placed the laptop aside and touched my thigh, "I know, well I didn't really need to see those photos, I..I just wanted to see you." You blush, and feverishly glance at his eyes, but quickly turn away and grab 3 other cookies, "You must be hungry, ehehe, you keep eating those cookies." Great, now he thinks I'm a fatty, just what I needed. "Oh I'm sorry I just really love food ahahah." You laugh nervously. You meet his eyes and he smiles, he lifts your chin with his hand and whispers, "I want to be here, do you?" "No," he looks shocked, and you laugh and say, "I want to be in my bedroom." He chuckles and scoops you up and grips you but and you kiss him, and he kisses back, harder. You pull back and run your fingers through his hair, and look into his deep blue eyes, burning with lust, he throws you on the and kisses you again, you wrap your legs around him and pull his body closer to yours, he rips off your shirt, and yanks your pants off, and he takes off his shirt, you unbutton his pants and pull them off, and he unclasps you bra, and smiles with delight, then yanks of your panties and kisses you slowly from your lips slowly leading down to your bellybutton and then slides of his briefs and kisses your lips again once more. You roll him over playfully and he looks at your body, and back at your face and says, "You're beautiful." You rub him and he groans, you feel it getting harder with every stroke, its throbbing faster and faster in your hands and just when he's about to blow you release him and his him once more, then you straddle him and guide him inside you, he grabs your hips and releases a loud grunt that sends and electrical wave through your body, he gets faster and faster, and you feel him climax and shortly after you do too, you kiss him and roll off of him, smiling in pure bliss. He holds you and rests his head on your shoulder, and says, "Come to L.A. with me?" But you drift off into sleep, not being able to respond to his request.