Webs And Wishes - Tom Holland

Chapter 3.

Day 4
Tom's POV

Her lips found mine without warning. I was addicted to her sweet, sweet lips, her soft curves, her sinful scent. We kissed for longer than laster time, yet it was just as good. I knew now I couldn't really call her a coworker any more. I had seen her twice, and on both occasions, this had happened. I pulled away first again, as much as I didn't want to.

"You didn't have to actually kiss yet you know." The director teased with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oops."

Day 5
Lily's POV

We had a work-free day today. The only break we were supposed to get for the next few months, but for some reason, I wasn't all that happy about it. It wasn't some reason. I knew that. It was someone. Tom.

Stop thinking about him. Do something else. Stop.

My phone rang.

"Oh for god's sake." I rolled my eyes and picked it up. Unknown number.

"Look, I don't want to buy your-" I began.

"Lily?" A familiar man's voice came from the other end.

"Oh sorry. I thought you were someone trying to sell me something." I said guiltily.

"It's ok. It's Tom. Tom Holland?"

I hung up.

I dialled the number back quickly. What was he doing calling me?

"Yes?" He answered, sounding mildly amused.

"Sorry about that. What did you want?" I tried to sound as friendly as I could, but it still sounded defensive.

"Well, we're going to be spending a lot of time together in the near future. I wanted to get to know you better. Do you want to come to my place? I have a pool."

Did Tom Holland seriously just ask me that? What was going on?

"Yes."

Wait what? Did I just say that? Oh no, what am I doing???

"Great! I'll send you the address. Bring a bikini." And he hung up.

Tom's POV

I'm not entirely sure what I just did. But it was amazing.

Digging out a pair of swimming shorts, I slipped them on under my shirt and jeans. I couldn't wait until she got here.

Bringggg...

She couldn't be here already, could she? I opened the door, and there she was in her signature ankle boots.

"Hey." She was clearly nervous.

"Hey. Do you want to come in?" I smiled at her. Her eyes grew wide and she smiled back. Oh those eyes. They were so blue, deep, royal blue.

"I made lunch." I motioned to the simple ceasar salad I had whipped up. Her face lit up.

"Oh that's exactly what I was craving! Thank you!" She hugged me tightly, so tight I could feel her warm chest and her lips brushed against my skin.

Realising it was probably a little over the top she pulled away before mumbling something and sitting down.

"I'm glad you like it!" I laughed, which seemed to put her at ease.

After the food, which she enjoyed and said so repeatedly, I walked out towards the pool. She looked at me in awe and I grinned back at her. I noticed her eyes were exactly the same colour as the water in front of her.

"Pretty neat, huh?" I said, heading straight to the pool.

Lily's POV

He took his shirt off, leaving it on one of the deckchairs nearby. Surprisingly for England, it was a beautiful day and the bright pool glistened in the sun. My eyes lingered on his muscled torso which betrayed his natural tan. His abs were solid and I so wanted to put my hands...

Stop. You don't. You really, really don't.

I removed my shirt too. I pretended not to notice him looking at my curves, but it secretly pleased me. I was so glad I had worked out over the past few months and as I saw him leap into the pool I knew it had paid off. This was heaven, it really was. It'd be even more heavenly if Tom was really more than a friend...

I said stop!

I dived in.

This was fun! I was enjoying it, and me and Tom were having friendly competition and laughing a lot. It was fun.

Then it happened.

I slipped. I was in the deeper part of the pool and I slipped. My feet went flying up and my head fell down into the chlorine filled water. Hard tiles hit the back of my head and I gasped. Spluttering, drowning. I knew I needed to get out, but I couldn't. What if I died right here, right now?

Suddenly, I was pulled out of the water by someone warm and wet. Tom scooped me up in his arms, tight muscles pressing into my bare thighs. Gently, he set me down on a deckchair.

"Are you okay?" He was clearly terrified, his hands checking everywhere to see if I was bleeding. "What happened?"

"I just slipped, I'm alright." I croaked with a weak smile. His hand stopped behind my head, where his fingers were probing the spot I had hit on the wall.

"Don't lie." He said with a smile. "I'll get you fixed up, I promise."

He turned to leave, but spun back around and planted a soft kiss on my lips before going.

Was I ever going to see him and not kiss him?

Tom's POV

I felt guilty. I knew I shouldn't, but I did. Her reassuring smile as I left made me wonder whether it was my fault. No don't be silly, I told myself, it can't be. I grabbed a first aid kit (something any responsible twenty one year old has, I know) and ran back out to her.

After getting her fixed up, I offered to call a taxi for her on the way back. She said she would be alright, but I wasn't sure.

"I don't know... I don't want you to get hurt." I said, my voice lower and deeper than I meant it to be. "You could, I don't know, stay here for the night? I have a spare room if you want it."

Where did that offer come from?