Another soft concept: slow dancing with Tom in the kitchen late at night. No music is playing, Tom just quietly hums the tune of your favorite song in your ear, occasionally murmuring a few lyrics.
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it started out by just the two of you in the living room, nervous glances and blushy smiles. your first date turning out to be the sweetest and loveliest night of your lives. knees brushing against each other ever so slightly, causing tiny goosebumps to appear on your arms, trying your best to hide them due to not wearing a sweater. but he saw, and it was adorable to him. even in the cold winter, toms heart still felt warm and gushy whenever he was with you.
after a few moments of peaceful silence, tom connects his phone to the bluetooth, asking you politely if you wanted to listen to music. you nod sheepishly, and he opens his spotify and began to play. you begin to smile as you realize it was one of your favorite songs; he remembered.
“i love this song,” you spoke timidly, toms gaze on you and his brown eyes pouring into your skin.
“i know,” he responded, slowly scooting closer — his eyes never went anywhere else but to your pretty, eloquent face. he intertwined his hands with yours and nervously sighed, “this okay?” he asked wearily.
due to the butterflies and your heart beating, your we’re only able to nod at him slowly as your eyes were drawn to the innocent touch of your hands.
he slowly gets up from the sofa, but his hand never letting go of yours, and he looked at you shyly.
“what?” you giggle nervously, his warm smile making the apples of your cheeks soft and red.
“i really hate to be that person, but i’m a hopeless softie sometimes,” tom shakes his head as he runs his free hand through his chestnut curls, “do you wanna dance with me?”
he was nervous, very nervous — asking you this was by far the cheesiest and most hopeless romantic thing he’s ever done, but you were so deeply adored by him. he wasn’t sure why, but it was this exact moment; the way your eyes lit up and how the tip of your nose was turning pink, where he wanted to just hold you close to him.
“i..i cant dance,” you bit your lip, embarrassed.
“so? that’s okay. just come here, love, i wanna hold you close.” a billion, maybe infinity, butterflies formed and your fingertips felt some sort of electric shock, the good kind. you nod as you get up slowly, tom helping you, and you stand in front of him, looking up and the brown eyed beauty.
“i’m gonna suck,” you laughed.
“who cares, you’re so cute.” tom states before wrapping his arms around your waist, you lift both your hands up, hesitation rising as you wanted to put them against his chest, only for you to pull them back.
“it’s okay, go ahead, love,” he whispered softly.
you blush as you slowly rest your shaken hands against his chest, swore in your head that you could feel his heartbeat — and it was so pretty. tiny giggles escaped both of your lips as you begin to sway back and fourth, tom rubbing your waist to make you feel as comfortable as possible. you were wobbling a bit, and lost balance only for you to actually step on his foot.
“i-i’m so sorry!” you gasped, covering your face in one hand with sheer embarrassment.
“you’re fine, you’re fine, don’t be so shy it’s okay. my foots fine, just relax and breathe.” he assures you with a soft laugh. you did exactly what he said and it helped.
he couldn’t help but stare, not creepily, but in a n adoring way. you were so adorable to him, the way you made him feel was like nothing he’d ever felt before. he felt like he was in a different universe with you; only the two of you, and the song tjatvwas playing. flowers, so many flowers surrounding the two of you, only sunshine. because you were sunshine.
you weren’t able to say anything, because there wasn’t anything that needed to be said. he knew how you felt; and he felt the same. when you looked at him, you felt peace and warmth. he was a soft daffodil in a field of flowers, he was ethereal and beautiful.
“you’re cute,” he says breaking the silence, poking your cheek playfully to get a smile out of you.
“i am not, stop that,” you laugh shyly. before you could hide your warm and blushy face, he cups it gently with his hands. such little breathing, due to the nerves, but so much heart and adoration.
“can uh, can i kiss you?” he stammered.
“i don’t know, can you?” you teased.
tom rolls his eyes playfully, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face and rubbing your cheek. he presses his lips onto your cheek softly, smiling as you blush more.
“how about now, blushy babe?” he inquired with a dorky smile.
“absolutely.” you giggled nervously.
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