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But I was.
The ESPYS went by in a blur. I wasn’t able to focus much on the speeches from the winners and the videos being played up on the screens on either side of the stage. My eyes stayed locked on the back of Sutton James’s head for much of the night. I barely even looked up when Tommy emerged on the stage to present the award he was assigned. Instead, I watched as Sutton’s shoulders straightened and she sat up slightly in her seat.
I hated the sour feeling that was filling my stomach. That feeling felt oddly like jealousy. I was aware Sutton and Tommy didn’t start a relationship because they had to. They got together because of pure attraction. Part of me wondered if Tommy would have chosen me if we weren’t already stuck together. Or would he have found someone like Sutton?
Tommy’s hand slipped into mine as the lights came on in the theater, signaling the end of the show. I blinked, realizing that I had missed a majority of the night while I was lost in my thoughts. The two of us walked out of the event together, completely ignoring the flashes from the cameras and anyone who may have wanted to talk to us. We’d both had our fill of the night. The car ride back to the hotel was relatively quiet aside from the music the driver was playing. I knew that Tommy was thinking about seeing Sutton again, and I would have given anything in that moment to have the ability to read minds.
The car dropped us off at the hotel, and neither of us spoke until we walked back into the hotel room we had been in hours before anything from tonight had happened. It wasn’t until I was standing in front of the bed that I realized there wasn’t a second place to sleep in the room. There was one single, massive bed.
“I can sleep on the floor.” Tommy walked up next to me to join me staring at the bed.
“It’s a tile floor.”
“And your point is?” Tommy asked.
“I’m not going to make you sleep on the hard tile, Tommy. The bed is big enough for both of us.”
I was surprised by how confidently those words came out of my mouth. It felt like someone else had taken over my brain for those few seconds. Normal Maggie never would have suggested sharing a bed with an extremely hot man that she had developed strong feelings for. That was a recipe for disaster. I’d seen practically every romantic comedy movie that existed. I knew how this ended.
“I’m going to go get changed.” I swiped my bag off the bed with my overnight clothes and dove into the bathroom before Tommy could say anything or the red spreading across my cheeks could give me away.
Before I attempted to get out of that stupidly expensive dress, I grabbed my toiletry bag to unpack my skin care routine. Just because I wasn’t in my apartment didn’t mean I was going to miss a chance at relaxation while giving myself clean skin again. It wasn’t until my skin was bare that I felt like myself again and not some version of myself that was used for a photo op. The second I went to reach for the zipper behind me, I knew I was in trouble. It was too high for me to get on my own.
I sighed before calling out to the one person I had been trying to avoid as much as possible. “Tommy, can you help me?”
Tommy walked into the bathroom to find me struggling to grab the zipper on the back of my dress. A smile broke across his face as he slowly approached me and pushed my hands away. His eyes met mine in the mirror as he stood behind me. His hands slowly pulled the zipper down. His fingers brushed against the bare skin of my back. Sutton completely disappeared from my mind as Tommy finished unzipping the dress and it fell down around my waist, leaving me standing in the bathroom with only tape covering me.
My gaze was still locked with Tommy’s in the mirror, the two of us frozen as we waited for the other to make the next move. His hands gently pulled the rest of my dress down to pool around my ankles. I was now standing in nothing but a pair of panties and tape with my back still facing him.
The jealousy was still building inside me, and I desperately needed Tommy’s reassurance that everything would be okay. That our real relationship wasn’t going to be over right when it was beginning because of Sutton James.
“Do you still want me?” I asked him, my eyes still locked on him in the mirror.
“I don’t think it’s possible for me to want you any more than I do now,” Tommy told me. “But I know I’ll wake up tomorrow and prove myself wrong.”
Maggie
Tommy’s hands slowly moved up my back, his hands taking their time to feel every inch of my body. His fingers trailed up the back of my neck before tangling in my hair and pulling me forward so his mouth could brush against mine. My body sighed into his as my own hands worked at the buttons on his dress shirt. My palms skated across his chest after I was able to rip his shirt open, exposing one of the best sets of abs I had ever seen. As I began to work on his pants, Tommy kissed my jaw with slow, heavy kisses. I had never done any kind of drug before, but in that moment, I swore I was high from the pleasure wracking my body.
He stepped out of his pants as soon as they hit the floor and shrugged off his jacket and shirt without even pulling away from our kiss. Then, in one motion, he reached down and lifted me out of the puddle of dress I was still standing in and walked me back out of the bathroom and toward the bed.
Every fiber of my being wanted this to be everything he and I needed. It was clear now that we had both avoided relationships for very different reasons because of the hands that life had dealt us. Tommy had been played, leaving him with trust issues, and I had had a love that had been torn away. But as Tommy gently laid me down on the bed, I only hoped that I was filling a piece in him like he was in me. For now, I lost myself in the moment with Tommy and the way he was looking down at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He gazed at me like he had all the time in the world and simply wanted to take his time looking over every inch of my body.
“You are incredible.” Tommy’s hands trailed down from my shoulders to the sides of my body, following the curve of my waist to my hips. As I lay underneath him, I could finally take in Tommy the way I’d always wanted to, unabashedly, without feeling embarrassed about it. My eyes hungrily devoured the sharp edge of his jawline and how his eyelashes were so long they almost brushed his cheeks when he closed his eyes. It was one of the most intimate things I had ever done in my life, to simply stare at another with the sole intention of appreciating their beauty as the other person did the same.
“Hold on.” Tommy gave me a cheeky, apologetic smile as he slowly pulled off the tape covering my nipples. I flinched as he pulled, and he mouthed sorry at me as he tried to gently pull the last one off.
“Just rip it off like a Band-Aid,” I told him, steeling myself for the sharp tingle of pain.
“Are you sure?”
“Just do it, Mikals.”
A hiss of pain left my lips as he pulled the last piece off and Tommy quickly covered it with his own. He pulled me flush against him as an overwhelming need flooded my senses. My hands wrapped themselves in the band of his underwear and yanked them down. Tommy’s hands gripped my own and pulled them down my legs. Then he was on me, his mouth everywhere, kissing the inside of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my neck, and then my mouth. His mouth wanted to devour me, and my body arched up to meld every inch of me to him. I gasped as his hand cupped me, and every nerve in my body exploded like a firework.
My legs wrapped around his waist as the desperate urge to get even closer to him raced through me. My hips moved against him on the desire and need building inside me. Tommy groaned at the feel of us. His arms wrapped around me, and his fingers dug into my back.
“You are unreal,” he breathed into my shoulder.
