Dare You To Move [t.h.]

Epilogue

Waking up to someone next to someone you care about is unlike anything else. You get to see them in their rawest and most vulnerable state. It's peaceful and beautiful but getting to wake up to someone you get to call yours? That doesn't even compare.

Elli's rolled over on her side, looking at Tom as he sleeps. He's on his stomach, curls on his forehead, almost to his eyes and a key indicator he'll be getting a haircut by the end of the month. Hair is just starting to appear above his lip, just enough to be visible in the low light of the bedroom and he looks like he's getting the most peaceful sleep he's had in a while. And Elli's heart just flutters, taking everything in her to let him rest but, lucky for her, it's not long.

"Lookin' at me again?" Tom mutters, eyes still closed.

"Surprised?" Elli asks, poking his cheek.

Tom smiles before shaking his face into the pillow and turning his head back to her, just barely opening his eyes. Her hair is a complete mess. Matted and sticking out all over the place from the night before. But she looks so well-rested and so damn pretty that all Tom even think about doing is smiling at her while a blush creeps onto his face.

"Nah, not at all." Tom rolls onto his side and extends an arm, dragging Elli against his chest.

Elli hums against him before kissing his cheek. "We're a thing now."

Tom's chest rumbles with a cheerful and tired laugh. "Mm, yeah." He looks down at her. "Wanna go on that date tonight?"

Elli bites her lip, barely pulling away from him. "You sure?"

"More sure than anything." Tom whispers, pressing his lips to hers.

Elli's body relaxes against his. "Okay, where we going?"

Tom looks down at her and he's got the biggest smirk he's ever had. "You'll see."

"You're not gonna tell me?"

"Nope." Tom chuckles.

"How will I know how to dress then?" Elli retorts.

"I'll pick out your clothes."

"Your fashion sense sucks as bad as my cooking." Elli chortles.

Tom gasps, pretending to be offended before his hand slides under her shirt and squeezes her side. She squeals and squirms away from him, the room erupting in laughter between the two of them.

"It's the truth!" Elli defends, covering her side with her arm.

"Fine," Tom rolls his eyes, smile still decorating his face. "Just wear your normal clothes."

"Nothing fancy?" Elli raises a brow.

"No, but bring your camera." Tom states but Elli just furrows her brows in confusion. Tom is date, date kind of person. Dinner, movie, maybe have a car conversation but this doesn't sound like that and as far as Elli knows, Tom doesn't surprise his dates. At least, he's never done it with any that he told her about and Jenny never said anything. "If you don't figure this out, you owe me a Marvel movie marathon." Tom says, eyes wide and teasing.