sannaaaa congratulations on the 2k!! baby you deserve it! 💗 can i have the 📘 for the 2k celebration thingy with the blurb “You wanna know what I’m thinking?” “Not really, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me” with tom 🧡
Tom’s arm is draped across your shoulder, and his hip bumps against yours softly with each new step you take. His brown eyes are trained on the dark grey pavement under his feet; and though you try not to, you can’t help but stare at him.
You’re watching him watch the street. You hope he doesn’t mind.
The sky above you is almost clear, save for a few scattered puffs of white and the air is warm and sticky, wrapping around you like a cloak. In all honesty, it’s far too hot to walk so close to each other and it’s far far too hot to walk slotted into Tom’s side, but his arm is a heavy comfort and you’ll take a few drops of sweat if it means you can just be near him for a little while.
“H isn’t coming tonight, by the way,” he says suddenly, his fingers reaching out to tug on a lock of your hair. He turns his head to look at you, lips pursed before he raises his free hand and pushes his glasses farther up his nose.
You swat at his fingers until he lets them fall back down your shoulder. “Is that so?”
“Yeah,” he kicks a stray pebble out of his way and it scitters off of the sidewalk and onto the street, narrowly missing the tire of a passing car. “And I don’t really feel like going out.”
Your brows furrow and you turn your hand to glance at him, purposefully this time. “It’s your first real weekend off in weeks.”
“Exactly, I want to relax, watch a movie, maybe go to sleep on time for once.” he sighs through his nose and his fingers run across your collarbone. It tickles, only barely but you shove away from him anyways, a laugh bubbling from your lips.
“Stop that,” you whine, but he grins and pulls you into his side again.
“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” he asks.
You wrap an arm around his waist as his own returns to your shoulders and cast your eyes to the sky. “Not really, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
“I’m thinking,” he continues, paying your quip no heed. “We order takeout and have a marathon. You still haven’t seen Star Wars, have you love?”
You tilt your head to the ground, a smile pulling at your lips. “No I have not.”
“It’s settled then,” he slows his pace to press a fleeting kiss to your temple. “A night in, it is.”
