You search the crowded room.
You can't find him. Where is he?
You push past the drunks and party goers.
A hand closes around your wrist.
You turn around.
Tom kisses you passionately, holding you close in his strong arms.
"Happy New Year!" Is shouted throughout the room, but you hardly notice.
"Happy New Year, darling," Tom whispers, breaking the kiss.
You put your head on his chest. "Happy New Year."
Tom pulls you out onto the balcony of the tall building and he stands behind you with his arms wrapped tightly around your middle as you watch the fireworks explode. He leans down and gently kisses your neck, sending shivers through your body.
"Don't go," he whispers between kisses.
"I have to. I have to get back to work. Don't start to worry yet, we still have a few days together."
"That's not enough."
"I know." You reach your hand behind you and place it on the back of his neck, rubbing it softly.
"Can't you wait for another job to come along? In a few months maybe?"
You shake your head. "I've haven't taken any jobs in awhile, and my agent is getting a bit frustrated."
"Maybe you need a new agent."
"I love Andrew."
"Do you love me?"
"Of course. You know I do. Do you love me?"
"Mhm." He plants his lips on your neck once again.
"And you'll call?"
"Mhm." Another kiss.
You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. You look into his eyes and see the sadness in them. You notice something glisten on his cheek, and you move to brush away the tear. It's the first time he's cried in front of you, and it feels like a stab to the heart.
"Don't cry. Please? It hurts me to see you like this." It feels strange telling him this. He's usually the one comforting you.
"I'm sorry, love. I don't want to hurt you."
You nuzzle against his chest and you feel one of his arms move to your head, stroking your hair softly while the other one holds you close against his body. His head rests on top of yours, and you feel his lips press into your hair.
"Tom, I have to go. I'm going to miss the flight."
He kisses you for about the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. Not that you mind, you really, really don't, but they're calling your flight.
"Call me when you get home."
"It'll be really late here."
"I don't care. Call me anyway. I love you." His lips touch yours one more time.
"I love you, too."
You unlock the door to your apartment that's been unoccupied since September. It's dark and cold. You flip the lights on and see the dust covering every inch of the room. You sigh and drop your bags. The flight was exhausting. Eleven hours stuck between an energetic seven year old and a middle aged man who had some very strong opinions about the United States government. You make your way to your bedroom and collapse on your bed before remembering that you promised to call Tom. You pull out your phone and dial his number.
"Hello?" You hear his groggy voice on the other end of the line.
"Hey, babe. I'm home."
"Good. How was your flight?"
"Boring and long."
"Well I'm glad your home safely." You hear him yawn.
"Were you sleeping? I should go and let you get back to sleep."
"No, no, no. It's fine. Let's keep talking."
The two of you talk for a few minutes. You can tell he's trying to stay awake to talk to you.
"I miss you already," you say after awhile. You're met with silence. "Tom? Are you there?" After a brief second you hear snoring coming from the earpiece of the phone. You chuckle. "Goodnight, Tom," you say before hanging up the phone and returning to the living room.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night..." You read the text that came in this morning.
"Don't worry about it, babe. I know you were tired."
"It's still not the gentlemanly thing to do."
You roll eyes. You love it when he's a gentleman, but sometimes that side takes over and makes him feel bad for the smallest things.
"It's fine. Don't fret about it. I've got to get to work, it's my first day, but can I call you later?"
"Of course you can. Don't go falling in love with anyone on set, though."
"I don't need to. I've fallen once already, and I don't think I'm ever getting back up again."
You put your phone in your bag and head out the door to the first job you've had in four months.
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