I sat back in the limo considering Tom in the dark uneasily only because the two of us and dark cavernous places always seemed to equal some form of combustible energy. I mean it was just a date, right? And did dates funded by the studio actually count?
'Well, duh, you idiot!' I thought to myself as I mentally slapped myself on the forehead. Considering the fact that he had literally handed over fifty thousand dollars for this one particular date, then I could officially consider this a Jude/Tommy moment. I mean, geez, the hole burning itself into Tom's pocket pretty much reserved his right to a free meal.
Tom chucked softly as I began fiddling with the buttons on the sunroof above our heads.
"I've always wanted to ride down the road in one of these things with my head sticking out the top shouting God knows what to the general public." I said in amusement as I started to stand up slightly only to feel Tom's fingers wrap around my wrist.
"You may want to wait until the ride home then, Harrison. I'm not too sure your hairstylist would appreciate the effect wind has on styling products." Tommy said with a wry twinkle in his eye. I slapped at his arm playfully before winking.
"You're no fun, Quincy. Better yet, wouldn't it be great if we got stuck in a traffic jam?" I asked as he lifted his brow in confusion. I just shrugged.
"You can't tell me you haven't seen all those movies made in Hollywood where the stars have to climb out of a sunroof and jump their way over a dozen metal hoods to get to whatever insane destination the screenwriter has chosen for them." I said with a laugh as Tom quirked a brow and sat back heavily against the leather seats.
"I'd just like to see you try that in a skirt, Harrison." He said with a knowing look as I settled into the seat beside him, letting my head rest comfortably against his. I looked down thoughtfully at our hands before taking a deep breath, gathering up my courage like a blanket around me, and then picking up his hand with mine in order to intertwine our fingers like a rope.
"What are we doing here, Tom?" I asked almost in a whisper as I let my head lift up enough so that our noses were almost touching and my eyes were connected directly with his. A thrill shot through my spine as I felt his breath fan across my face as he sighed and pulled me even closer to him, edging his one free hand around me until it settled leisurely on the back of my head.
"You tell me, Jude. Because I'm sure as hell one lost man." He said just as softly as I smiled to lighten the moment.
"And you know how men are about asking directions?" I asked with a small laugh as his eyes dropped to my lips. My breathing hitched as he ran a finger over the soft flesh gently.
"I don't know, Jude. This time I think I'd rather not know the way." He said huskily before his lips fell suddenly onto mine, and I instantly found myself drowning in an insistent, passionate kiss that bespoke of desperation, confusion, and even fear. What were we doing? Damned if I cared to know the answer to that question at the moment. The whole world could have spiraled out of orbit, and I sure as hell wouldn't have noticed.