Somebody to hold t.h.

Chapter Twenty Five

Right after they finished work Tom and Evie made their way towards Tom's fancy car and drove off to buy some paint. Evie decided on a light greyish blue as her accent wall and to paint the rest in white to keep it classy and bright. In that same store they found some decorations such as picture frames, pillows, a throw and curtains. Their next mission was to find a suitable bed.

Turns out that shopping for beds was actually so much fun because you get to lay down and bounce on the matrasses. They both tried out plenty until Tom found one in the corner that he knew she'd love.

"Evie try out this one.", he said pointing to a grey very high box-spring bed.

Evie gasped at the sight of the pretty bed, knowing that it was exactly what she had been looking for. She ran towards it and jumped on to the soft mattress landing perfectly soft on the large bed. Tom admired how small she looked laying there sprawled out on the bed, so big it could easily fit four Evies in it. "I love it! Lay down with me.", she made grabby hands for Tom wanting him to experience the comfiness. He complied and sunk on the bed right next to her staring at her expecting facial expression. "Oh this is good!", he sighed closing his eyes. Evie couldn't help herself but stare at his peaceful face. She reached out her hands and put them around his neck, her fingers tangled in his soft locks. Out of instinct Tom pulled her body closer to his without even having to open his eyes.

"You are right, this is good.", Evie whispered fully content never wanting to get up again. She wasn't sure whether that was the bed or whether it was Tom. Probably Tom.

Reluctantly they got up again to go up to the counter and order the bed immediately. Luckily they had it in stock and were able to deliver it this week so it would be there before her parents would be coming. Everything was working out perfectly so far.

Content with their shopping, which to Evie's horror Tom payed for not even letting her protest, they drove back to Tom's apartment where they put on some music and started painting the walls. Due to Evie being small she did the lower parts while Tom did the upper half with the help of a small ladder he randomly had in his house. Evie couldn't help but let herself get distracted by glancing at Tom once in a while watching his biceps flex as he was flicking the brushes. His concentrated face with his locked jawline was very easy on the eyes in her opinion. She still couldn't believe she was going to live with this handsome boy.

"What are you looking at? Do you not trust my painting skills?", Tom interrupted her thoughts her cheeks instantly heated up at the thought of getting caught. "No you're doing really great.", she admitted averting her eyes from him concentrating on her brush again. Tom couldn't help but smirk, he obviously knew she was checking him out.

Quietly he stepped down the ladder and walked over to Evie, who was adorably poking out the tip of her tongue while concentrating on not messing up. He put his hands around her waist making her shriek and drop the brush making him chuckle at her. "It's okay I think you look really good while painting too.", he teased her making her blush even harder. "Thank you.", she whispered nearly inaudible but he heard since he was so close to her.

She felt so tiny and vulnerable in his arms, her sweet scent surrounding him completely. Will her scent linger in his apartment when she's not around? Will this room sooner or later always remind him of the pretty girl in his arms? Probably.

Suddenly without him even noticing what was going on Evie took the other brush she was holding and swiped it across his nose leaving a streak of white paint behind. She squirmed out of his grip to turn around and look at what she has done only to let out an adorable giggle, hiding her smile behind her hand.

"Oh you're on little girl.", he chuckled stepping towards her and holding her tightly pressed against his body as she tried to run away. He managed to pull the brush out of her hands disarming her and paint her rosy cheeks with it. Both of them were laughing as Evie was squealing desperately trying to get out of his grip but failing miserably because he was just too strong.