Chapter 49 Thomas
THOMAS
“Time to wake up, baby,” I whisper, kissing down Hannah’s neck.
“Ten more minutes,” she whimpers.
“I already gave you ten more minutes,” I reply with a laugh. “We have to get going. Brunch starts in forty minutes.”
Her body tenses.
“I’ll be with you the whole time, freckles.”
“I know you will. I shouldn’t be nervous, I’ve met all of them before.”
“You have, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous. I get it.”
Hannah sits up in bed, covering her body with the sheet. Since the day after we got home, she’s been in my bed every night. I know she said she wasn’t going to move in, but I’m not going to complain about her being here every night. I love it.
“Come on, freckles. You should wear one of those sundresses,” I say with a wink.
“All of the ones I have here are dirty, Thomas. And we don’t have time to stop by my apartment. Oh god, we should have gone to my house yesterday. I don’t have anything to wear but leggings and a stained tank top!”
“Breathe, baby,” I chuckle, standing from the bed. I stride over to her, pulling her into my arms. “We have plenty of time to go to your apartment quick. It’s no biggie. I can be ready in five minutes.”
She takes a quick breath. “Okay fine, but we have to go fast. I can braid my hair on the way to my place.”
“Deal.” I pull away, only far enough to peck her on the lips before grabbing some clothes and darting into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.
Ten minutes later, we are in the car heading to Hannah’s apartment. I decided to leave Arson at home since there will be a lot happening today. It’s Cooper’s first Sunday brunch too. It’s a big day in the Cunningham family.
We pull up to Hannah’s apartment and she starts climbing out. “I’ll be back in like ten minutes, okay?” she says.
Ignoring her, I climb out.
“What are you doing?” she questions.
“Coming in,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because,” I say, reaching down to take her palm in mine. I lift it to my lips, kissing the back of her hand. “You will overthink every outfit you lay eyes on. I’m going to pick for you.”
Hannah scoffs. “No, you aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thomas,” she whines, but I notice she doesn’t stop walking toward the building.
“Am I wrong?”
She groans. “Fine, you’re not wrong, but you don’t have to pick for me. I can do it myself.”
“Alright, freckles. Either way, I’m coming. I’ll help stop the inevitable overthinking.”
She doesn’t deny it as we walk into the building and to her apartment.
When she opens the door, she leads us directly to her bedroom.
I take in her apartment more as we walk.
There’s no real theme in terms of decor, but it’s fitting for her.
Lots of pictures of her with her family, including photos of her with her parents when she was younger.
She doesn’t talk about her parents much, but when she does, it’s subtle things, like old family traditions, or the way her mom used to make a crazy cake every year on her birthday.
All things that are important, but don’t hurt Hannah too much to talk about.
Her bedroom is tidy, but the bed is unmade.
I sit down on the edge of it, gesturing at her to look in her closet.
She’s wearing a pair of leggings and one of my T-shirts, and as much as I don’t want her to change, I get it.
She doesn’t want to wear that to meet my parents, and I do love her in sundresses.
She pulls a light blue striped dress out of the closet and holds it up. “Too fancy?” she asks.
“Perfect,” I reply, eager to see her in it.
“You would say that for anything I pick,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
“True, but still. It’s not too fancy. It’s just right.”
“I’ll go change.”
She heads into the bathroom, coming out a few moments later with the dress on.
I swear, my mouth waters and my cock throbs, growing hard in my jeans. “Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“What? Is it bad?” Hannah panics.
“No, fuck no,” I say, standing and adjusting myself. “It’s gorgeous.” Striding over to her, I grip her hips, pulling her to me. There’s three buttons running vertically down her bust.
“Do these unbutton?” I ask, unable to tear my gaze from her cleavage.
Hannah laughs, swatting my hand from where it’s trailing down the buttons. “No, you goon. They’re fake.”
“Damn,” I say with a sigh. “You look beautiful, baby.”
“Thank you,” she says with a smile, tilting her chin and kissing my lips deftly. She put on a little mascara while in the bathroom, as well as a hint of light pink lipstick. It’s gorgeous.
“Can you help me with the tie in the back?” she asks, turning around. I tie the bow at her back, and squeeze her delicious ass when I’m done.
“Maybe we can be a few minutes late,” I say, pulling her into my body. Her back is to my front, and I press my hard cock into her ass. My hand runs across her soft belly, sliding up to cup her breasts. “I think I need a taste of you before we go.”
“Thomas!” She pulls out of my hold. “We cannot be late.”
“Yes, we can, they won’t care! Plus, I think you could use a little stress relief,” I argue, waggling my brows.
“Thomas,” she whines. “We can’t.”
“Fine, fine,” I say, adjusting my cock again. “Later.”
“Later,” she confirms, grabbing her phone from the bed and sliding on a pair of sandals before heading out of her bedroom. I hang back for juuust a second, watching the sway of her ass as she leaves. I can’t help it.
My girlfriend is perfect.