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“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

He is so fucking hot and so fucking mine. Tommy is almost six feet tall and all muscles. Not overly large, but definitely toned with a nice six pack. With one pull of his hand, he ripped his shirt off his chest then twirled it in the air. "Like this baby?" He teased me as he continued his Magic Mike performance with three cops also stripping next to him. "Hmm, needs some oil, baby." I threw a small penis shaped bottle at him and he chuckled. "Really?" His eyes were filled with amusement at the shape of it. Then his eyes caught mine and it seemed as if everyone in the room disappeared.

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

Tommy pointed out. Axel sighed. He replied, "I'll think about it. I have your number if I decide to go." "Fine. Think about it well. I'm giving away free spirits, the premium kind," Tommy proudly said with a smile. He paused and realized something. Pointing with his thumb, he said, "You know, the team got together today, coincidentally. You should meet them." "Really? Everyone?" Axel asked. "Yeah - well, not everyone, but most of the guys are here," Tommy said. "Oh, and ah, Tiffany and Enzo are there."

“Alright then. If you say so. But don't hesitate to let me know if you need help.” I nodded. “Okay, thanks, Tom.” “No problem, Allie,” He smiled. “By the way, how's Aiden? It's been a while since I last saw the little champ.” “Aiden is fine and I can show you some of his recent pictures,” I said, already retracting my phone from inside my pocket. “Do you wanna have a look at them?” “Most definitely,” Tom responded, moving closer to me and I nodded before clicking on a file that contained only Aiden's pictures.

Not even sparing a glance at Charlie who at this point is visibly sulking in his corner. Tommy gives me a shy and charming smile while looking down on me. He is really tall. “Oh, I didn’t actually get to speak with everyone there yesterday.” “I know. I saw what happened with Austin. It’s chill, just wanted to let you know there are good guys here. Austin may be a jerk sometimes, but it’s all good.” He inserts his hands in his pockets. “Thanks, Tommy.” I smile back, albeit a little reserved, he’s quite adorable for such a big guy but he’s still a stranger to me.

He stepped back so fast he nearly missed the stair. And before anyone could recover— Tommy walked out of the kitchen holding a chicken wing between his teeth. He stopped when he saw us. Looked at Serena. Looked at me. Slowly pulled the chicken wing out of his mouth. “Why did nobody tell me they were already here?” Tyler was laughing too hard to speak. Tommy looked down at himself. Gym shorts. No shirt. Sauce on one hand. “Oh come on.” That did it. Serena laughed first.

kind of goes along with it. I've noticed several handsome men just on my floor at Eddings. Once of which was at our table that first Friday. His name is Tommy… Thomas Jenner. I'm still not sure what he does at Eddings, but he's always well-dressed in a suit or jacket, and he's got the most amazing pair of blue eyes -- just a perfect skyblue pitch to them. Rest those above the dimples and a rather rugged jaw line and… Well, you get my drift. This guy made my knees weak.

She said in mock thought. I frowned, not understanding what she was on about. “What video?” I asked confused. “I was going to show you during break.” Tommy said behind me. “Let me see.” I muttered and slid his phone back to him. Tommy went to the school newspaper page and clicked on a video that had the title “Kid out of Control? I watched in silence as I watched myself taking a joint from someone. Another clip showed me leaning over and snorting drugs of a smooth belly. My beer and shots count was also running rather high. I pushed the phone back before the video was done and said quietly

"Upstairs. Second door on the right." The hallway is lined with photos—Marcus and Melissa's wedding, Tommy as a baby, family portraits that document years of showing up for each other. Tommy's room is exactly what I expected. Dinosaur sheets. Fossil collection arranged on shelves with hand-written labels. A poster explaining the Jurassic period in language designed for children. He's on his bed. Holding the triceratops from Marcus's place card. "Can I come in?" "Okay." The floor seems safer than the bed. Not too close. Giving him space to be angry if he needs to be.