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LENNOX
Our tour of the Titanic Museum had been more emotional than I had anticipated. It was the darkened room with the LED ‘stars’ above us and morse code on the walls that did it. The people who had been going around the exhibits at the same time as us all went quiet, just as we had.
There was something eerily moving about that particular part of the display—the bit that covered the actual sinking and its direct aftermath. The survivors and the ones that didn’t; tales from both sides really hammered home just how horrific the loss of life had been.
When I glanced at Tom his eyes were as glassy as my own, a man just across the display room from us lifted out a tissue from his pocket and dabbed at his eyes.
“Wow,” I said softly as we got back into the car at the end of our time in the museum.
“Makes you think, doesn’t it?” Tom agreed.
Neither of us said another word until Tom parked the car in a street on the seafront about ten minutes later.
“Hungry?” he asked, his tone still soft and subdued.
I nodded. “God, yes.”
Gesturing towards the building with a yellow and blue sign with a nod, he said, “This place is great. Food is lovely, and so is the atmosphere and views.”
I smiled as we walked inside. He was right about it. We settled into a table near a fireplace overlooking a window with spectacular views over Belfast Lough, and ordered some delicious pub grub.
Getting back to the hotel after the concert I was on a high like never before. Everything that had happened with Natasha in the park seemed like a lifetime ago instead of the day before.
“I don’t think that I’m going to be able to sleep for hours yet,” I said with a grin and sprawled out on my bed.
“You look like you are buzzing. Belfast seems to agree with you.”
It wasn’t just this town that had done me good. The concert in the Ulster Hall had been a good one that night, and the sightseeing and drinking in the history of Belfast had been too. But that wasn’t the main reason. The person who had kept me company through all of it was a major influence in how I was feeling too.
“Oh, it wasn’t just Belfast.” I lifted my head and smirked at him.
“Is that so?” He grinned back at me. “I didn’t think Levi was that much of an influence.”
I sat up and looked at him. “Oh, he is, I just love his sense of humour, and the way that he really seems to wind you up at times.” I playfully grinned back at him.
The sexiest of smirks looked back at me. “Uh huh.”
“Thank you so much for today. I had a great time. Especially because it was with you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
I stood and closed the distance between us. “I mean it. Thank you for rescuing me in Newcastle, thank you for being by my side through all the panic attacks, all the concerts, all the drama. Thank you for Scarborough and thank you for today.” Reaching out I took his hand in mine.
He laced his fingers through mine in response and gave a squeeze. “I wanted to spend time with you. You’re very easy to spend time with.”
“So are you.” I smiled in reply, feeling the pull between us grow. We stood there for a moment in silence, just looking at each other, until I gave into the need that was building, and pressed my mouth to his.
Something this time was different. The chemistry and yearning that had been building since the moment we met finally came tumbling out. There was a heat that had been bubbling, and now it was overflowing.
When I licked along his mouth, Tom parted his lips and let my tongue roam over his. His hand dropped mine and instead he slid his hands around my waist and held me against him. I deepened our kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. Both of us pulled our bodies together, lining ourselves up perfectly against one another.
From my waist his hands slid over my hips and grabbed my arse, tugging me hard enough against him that I could make out every inch of his cock as it pressed into my hip. Despite this, I couldn’t help but feel like we still weren’t close enough.
Knowing my bed was directly behind us, I started to move us back towards it, leading him along with me. When we reached the side of the bed, he pried his lips from mine and looked at me with eyes hooded with lust.
“Are you sure about this?”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and cast it aside. “Very sure.”
