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Intimacy was hard for you. You trusted Tom, you really did. But as someone who wasn't experienced with boys, with romance, with intimacy and affection, it was hard for you. You wanted to show Tom everything you were feeling for him... you just didn't know how.
It wasn't even that long ago that Tom had gotten you into his room. It had been months of you and Tom in your room, you and Tom in different places around campus, you and Tom at different restaurants. Tom was your roommate Zendaya's best friend, and he had slowly started spending more and more time with you instead of her. It wasn't until you began helping him study for classes - reading to him when he had trouble focusing, helping him with the few things you already knew, figuring out ways to help him with things you didn't - that something started to develop between the two of you.
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As you were in the middle of reading the book to Tom, you shifted, trying to get more comfortable. Without a second thought, Tom had pulled you down onto your back next to him. He was laying on his side, his arm underneath your head, staring down at you quietly. Nearing the end of the book, you found it much harder to keep your eyes open, and Tom told you that it was okay and that you could stop, but you insisted on finishing the book.
Finally finishing the last sentence of the book, you dropped it onto your stomach, letting out a loud groan. Your eyes were about to flutter shut when Tom's rough fingertips traced down your arm slowly, making your eyes flit up to him.
He was just as sleepy as you, you could tell. His dark curls fell down onto his forehead - an unusual placement, as the curls were normally swept up and to the side - and you wanted nothing more than to reach up and brush them out of his face. You would bet a million bucks that his hair was soft. In fact, everything about him seemed so soft.
The promise of sleep was making his eyes heavy, as he struggled to keep those beautiful brown eyes on you. In the dim light of your room, his eyes looked dark; it wasn't a harsh, striking dark color, though, it was still oh-so soft. Normally, in the light of day, you often found yourself noticing the array of colors found inside of his eyes, even though you didn't want to. You loved the way the sunlight bounced off of them, letting you see the browns, the ambers, the warm honey colors... all of it.
Lifting your eyes, and connecting with Tom, there was something within you that drew you in closer. Your hand lifted unintentionally, and suddenly your hand was at the back of his neck, your fingers tangling into the soft hairs that curled against his skin there, as he pulled you in closer.
Your lips met his, and you felt your heart stop. Your mind went blank, immediately forgetting what to do. Luckily for you, Tom's warm hand came up to cup your jaw, as his lips moved against yours slowly, letting you warm up to the kiss. It was only a matter of seconds before your mind had fixed itself and you found yourself kissing him back. You'd only kissed a few people before, and it was never like this. Never this nice.
