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She hasn’t noticed he’s awake yet, so he turns his head a little and watches her for a moment. She’s wearing navy blue scrubs, a cream white long-sleeved top underneath for warmth, probably because it’s cold in the facility. She wears a small gold watch around her wrist, and a gold ring with a spiral design adorns her slender index finger.

“Where is she?”

The nurse screams. Actually screams. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth, her pale skin going pink as she turns to look at him. Her wide eyes are somewhere between blue and green, and the blush makes her freckles stand out. They’re all over.

“Mr. Reynolds, you scared me.” She says, removing her hands from her mouth and pressing one against her chest where her heart is likely beating rapidly. Her lips are parted, breathing heavily.

“Sorry,” he mutters and looks away. Her eyes are too intense. “Where’s the woman?”

He’s not looking at her, but he senses her confusion. “Valentina?” He nods. That was her name, not Valerie. “She’s working on something else right now.”

He nods again. Tries to wring his hands, but something pulls at his skin, making him hiss. He looks down and finds a needle stuck in his vein and tape on top. He glances up at the nurse, who is typing something on a tablet.

“What’s this?” He asks and lifts his hand a little.

She looks at him with a warm smile that immediately sets him at ease. He tries to smile back, but he must be messing it up if the deepening crease between her brows is anything to go by.

“It’s just fluids,” she answers and sets the tablet down, turning to give him her full attention. “You’re dehydrated and a little anemic. I’m treating with an IV for hydration and an iron supplement to get your hemoglobin levels up.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t meet her eyes. Instead, he’s looking at her hair. It’s not red but not quite blonde either, and the strands of her braids alternate color in the woven pattern. It looks like the early morning sky when the sun’s just about to break over the horizon.

She looks at her tablet some more, checking things off and writing notes. He can’t stop staring and every time their eyes meet, he quickly looks away, but he can see her smiling in his periphery. 

“Alright,” she says after a few minutes of this. “You’re all set. I’ll be back with something to eat and the iron supplement. It’s important you take it, Mr. Reynolds.”

He grimaces. Being called Mr. Reynolds makes him feel wrong, too much like his father. Bob sees her head tilt to the side, eyes trained on him, but she doesn’t say anything. Shaking her head slightly, she gathers her tablet and stethoscope and goes to leave. Her hand reaches for the door, and just as her fingertips touch the handle, his voice carries across the room.

“Wait!”

He flinches at the sound, unintentionally loud and desperate. She turns around to face him, but where he expected to see fear, he only sees concern. She’s smiling at him again and he feels a little unsteady.

“What’s your name?”

Her smile widens, and it’s like the sun after a long storm. It lights up the room more than the yellow glow of the lamps, making something in his stomach flutter and his cheeks feel warm.

“Andie,” she tells him. “Well, Andromeda, but it’s a mouthful, so everyone just calls me Andie.”

“Andie,” he says, trying it out and liking the way it rolls off his tongue. It suits her, he thinks.

“I’m Bob.” He inwardly cringes, hating how awkward and small his own voice sounds, but Andie doesn’t seem to notice or mind. She looks straight into his eyes and still her smile doesn’t falter.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bob.”

He’s not sure how much time passes, but she comes back like she promised.

She nudges the door open with her hip and comes in carrying a tray heaped with an assortment of food. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I got a bit of everything.”

He watches her set the tray down on the table between two comfortable-looking chairs and then almost panics when she starts to leave.

“Please stay!”

He cringes again. This is the second time in as many meetings that he’s shouted at her from across the room. She must think he’s a weirdo, and the thought of that makes him want to crawl under the covers and never come back out. But he forces himself to look up and meet her eyes.

Somehow, she’s still here and smiling at him. “Please,” he begs pathetically. “Please stay. I could use some company.”

She grins, and it’s like looking at the sun. “I was just closing the door.”

Heat flushes his cheeks. “Oh.”

She closes the door and crosses back to the table, taking a seat in the chair closest to her. Bob hesitates. Something about Valentina made his skin itch, but he feels none of that with Andie and he’s not sure why. A part of him doesn’t trust it, but he joins her. His appetite is questionable, but he knows he needs sustenance.

The tray is filled with all kinds of breakfast food. A stack of fluffy pancakes with a small jug of maple syrup to pour over it, chopped fruit, and a pile of toasted bread with various spread offerings. Juice and coffee too, if the smell of dark roast is anything to go by. His eyes catch on the tiny paper cup that he instantly recognizes, making his stomach drop.

Andie must notice. “It’s the iron supplement for anemia that we talked about,” she tells him. “It’s going to help with some of the dizziness and disorientation. I would never give you something that we hadn’t already discussed.”

Bob looks from the pill cup and up at her. Her face is serious. “You promise?”

The corners of her mouth turn up. “I promise.” He believes her. “Now, dig in.”

He reaches for the orange juice and the little red pill first. He stares at it for a moment, feeling conflicted, but then he looks at Andie, who’s pouring coffee for herself, and he realizes he trusts her. He has no reason to, but he does. So, he tosses the pill in his mouth and downs it with the juice.

He puts the glass down and looks at Andie. “Do you need to check if I’ve swallowed?”

Her eyes widen at the same time as a flush colors her cheeks, and for a second he’s confused until it dawns on him exactly what he said.

His eyes widen, matching hers perfectly. “I meant the pill,” he clarifies, wringing his hands but hissing at the pull on his skin from the IV that’s still in his hand. “I meant if I’d swallowed the pill, not… that. Or anything else. Just the pill.” He’s panic rambling. It’s happened before, but not in the presence of the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. The woman who still hasn’t said a word, but whose cheeks aren’t just pink anymore, but a shade of bright red.

He deflates. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, fully prepared for her to leave and never speak to him again. His silly heart already aches with longing.

“Bob, look at me.” He reluctantly meets her eyes. They look green right now. “It’s okay, I’m sorry too. My thoughts should not have gone there.”

He’s confused. She’s not upset? She’s apologizing to him?

“Hey,” she says, voice softer this time. “I trust you to take the medication we’ve agreed on. I don’t need to check.”

Relief floods his system, leaving him temporarily lightheaded. She looks so genuine, and she’s the first person in a long time who’s let him feel in control of what goes into his body and what doesn’t. That level of autonomy feels foreign, but he doesn’t hate it.

He likes it. He likes that Andie gave it to him.

They eat in companionable silence. Bob eats half a piece of toast with butter and a few grapes, while Andie piles her plate with pancakes, fruit, and two pieces of toast. She drinks a class of orange juice and a second cup of coffee with a splash of milk.

“Not hungry?” she asks after a while, holding a hand in front of her mouth as she chews. There’s no judgement in the way she looks at him.

He shrugs. “Not really.”

Andie hums and straightens her back. “I’ll let it slide,” she tells him and wipes her mouth with a napkin. “But when I come back later, I expect you to eat more. You need to build up your strength.”

“Valentina says I’m already strong.” He sounds pathetic even to his own ears. Like a child.

Andie’s full lips press together in a thin line. “Valentina says a lot of things,” she mutters, disdain in her voice, though he senses it’s not directed at him. She reaches across the table and tray, grasping his hand without the IV and notices her hand is so much smaller than his. There are freckles on it just like the ones on her face. He wants to trace them with his fingertips. With his lips too.

She looks right into his eyes, making him audibly swallow. “You are strong, Bob,” she assures him, voice sincere and intense. “But there’s a difference between superpower strong and normal healthy strength. I’m here to help with the second part.”

The skin on his hand tingles and his body feels hot all over. He stares down at their hands, turning his hand over so her palm meets his. He expects her to pull back, but she doesn’t, and when he lifts his gaze to her, her pretty lips are parted.

For a moment, they just look at each other. Bob watches color flush her cheeks and the strands of wavy hair that have come loose from her braids. She’s watching him too, but he doesn’t shy away from it like he normally would.

She offers him a soft smile, then stands and gestures to the tray. “All done?” He nods, standing too.

His heart races as she rearranges things on the breakfast tray. He can hear the blood pumping through his veins as his pulse quickens. He doesn’t want her to go. He doesn’t want to be alone again, alone with his thoughts. The self-doubt that’s been his constant companion since childhood is mostly quiet when she’s in the room.

“Alright,” she says and hoists the tray up in her arms, completely oblivious to Bob’s internal crisis. “I’ll be back a bit later to check on your IV. Can I get you to open the door for me?”

“Sure,” he mumbles and shuffles past her, arm brushing against her shoulder. Even the quick touch through clothing sends a jolt of electricity up his spine. He grabs the handle and pulls the door open.

“Thank you.” She stops next to him and offers him a smile. “And thank you for having breakfast with me.”

It sounds like a date when she puts it like that, and even though he knows that’s ridiculous, it makes heat rush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

He tucks his chin against his chest and mutters a low, “you’re welcome.”

She disappears out the door, taking what little light there was in the room with her.

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Silence.

Maybe for the first time, silence wasn’t good for her. It was like a hurricane but in her heart because he was gone – Mimir was gone. Her significant grandfather, her only family she had was gone. She thought the last time she heard his playful and funny voice, making her giggle with his silly jokes, being the best grandfather out there. Now, she was thinking so many memories about him while looking at – blood.

Dried blood, falling from the tree to its thick branches, making brown, green and red mix.

Her eyes were looking at it, not giving any attention to the realm at all.

She was in pain. She had to be happy but no, she couldn’t because of finding the tree empty. She had to be happy. She escaped from Odin’s prison, taking advantage of his complex mind about the upcoming disaster; Ragnarok. She even cut her bond with the Asgard, finding the clues where he held Mimir, coming here to find her grandfather and make him reach his own freedom to. She even thought about their happy future together; Mimir talks about her mother, she makes him food to eat, being a family. These wishes seemed impossible now – too hard to reach because she didn’t know if her grandfather died or not – if Odin killed him or not. If he killed him – if Odin was the one behind all this – she would break the whole Asgard down to the grounds.

“I never thought I would be jealous of you.”

Rasping voice came from behind, making she rolling her eyes because of hearing the voice of Odin’s harbinger son, Baldur, his personal tracker who brings madness everywhere he goes. Of course Odin realized her escape, eventually; he was the All-Father for a reason. Therefore, knowing that he would give poison to her mind for manipulating, she began to calm herself down to have a clearer mind.

“And I never thought I would hear your disgusting voice again.”

Chuckling to her, Baldur opened his hands, “How I missed you!”

Rolling her eyes, she cleaned her dried tears, giving Baldur a hatred gaze, she picked up her personal weapons; arrows and a golden bow that hold magic on them, and a little knife which could kill a dragon thanks to curse it possessed.

Showing no fear, she stood up, standing right in front of the God who was immune to all damages, untouchable. She was the granddaughter of Mimir, the smartest man alive. Even Baldur knew his power and knowledge. She knew how every Aesir God and Goddess came to visit Mimir to seek wisdom. He thought her well. He thought her everything he knew, making her a strong and fearless one. She wasn’t afraid of anything, even Baldur, even Odin.

Knowing this well, Baldur just looked around like he wasn’t give a damn care about her presence, acting clearly to make his upcoming lie better in manipulating her. “Don’t act like you don’t want to learn where your precious grandfather is.”

“I didn’t say that. I just showing you the way you came.” She turned to other side, “I don’t need you.”

“But I do.” He said while approaching to her slowly. “Someone took his head. All-Father needs him back and well, you too. You don’t want anyone to hurt him, right? But clearly, he is already in the hands of an enemy.”

Listening him, she rolled her eyes, “And what happened to your ability on being the best tracker Odin had? Lost it already?”

Smirking, he said, “Being in prison didn’t teach you anything, clearly, or else, you would be thanking me right now for what I will tell.”

“And what is that?” Turning to him, she looked so – apathetic even if she held a great agony in her heart. But she couldn’t show any emotions, not to Baldur. Mimir told her how every God under the wings of Odin was untrustworthy, ready to take advantage of others’ weaknesses.

“A red marked man took him. He has a child with him. He is different.” Baldur said, sounding real. “Enemy of us.” Referring to her being an Aesir Goddess who held no sympathy for Odin or the Asgard, Baldur gave the information he had. That place – the Asgard was hell for her, nothing more and even if she knew Baldur was telling truth, she acted like she didn’t believe.

“Whatever.” Standing right on the edge of the mountain, she added before climbing her way down, “Just leave me alone Baldur. I am no longer a prisoner of All-Father, so, act like it.”

   Baldur was right. Mimir was there, in the belt of a man who had red marks on his huge and built pale body. He had a child with him; a little boy with orange colored hair and blue eyes. The boy had arrows and a bow while the bigger man, probably his father, had an axe. From where she stand, she could understand it was a leviathan axe. It had a great power as well as boy's bow. They were powerful, clearly. They were a threat for Baldur and of course they had to have some specific elements that make them strong.

While watching them traveling around the Midgard in a hidden way, she studied big man who had an axe. He was bad news but she didn't fear him even though he was looking so - powerful, like it would be the easiest thing to break her neck. However, he had to be good. Mimir was looking happy. He was chuckling at some comments that little boy made. Red marked one was in silence for the most of the time while little one kept talking and talking in a cute way.

She - She didn't expect this: Mimir being safe and sound, red marked man didn't hurt him at all. It looked like it was the quite opposite what Baldur told. Mimir looked - free.

However, that didn't explain why and how her grandfather standing on this man's belt, not having his other body parts except the head.

Feeling a sudden rage, she took her bow and arrows, finding a remarkable way to show her presence; higher point of the hill that the team were heading.

"Stop!" She shouted, holding her magical bow and one of her arrows right on the big man, ready to take a headshot at any moment. "Leave him."

Before red marked man who now had a confused expression while putting his hand in front of the boy, wanting to protect him could make a comment, Mimir talked, "Y/n?!" His voice was filled with surprise and excitement. "Brother, show me her."

With his wish, the man Mimir called as brother, a good sign, pulled his head from the belt, holding it on the air, making she and Mimir see each other's face.

"Grandpa!" She shouted in relief, tears are ready to appear on her now peaceful face. He was all right and he was looking at her happily. "I thought -" She tried to say, "I thought you were dead. I thought your soul was gone because of not having - ugh - your other halves."

Little boy chuckled at her silly comment, making the air calmer and more friendly.

The man who was holding Mimir's head was looking at her directly, waiting her to take her guard down. So, she did. She lowered her weapons directed to him slowly, giving him an apology look.

"I would hug you if I was, well, not a head now."

Jumping from the top she was on, approaching her grandfather, she made the man took a little defense. He wasn't trusting her yet. Understandable.

"Come here you old man." She put two kisses on Mimir's cheeks, giving him a smile. "Don't leave me ever again," She said, "Never."

"Oh my poor grand daughter," Mimir sounded sad too, feeling guilt about leaving her alone, in the hands of Odin. "I am so sorry. I will not allow him to hurt you again." He smiled sadly.

"Who you are talking about?" Little boy asked in curiosity.

She turned to him, "Odin. He - he put me in a prison after he made my grandfather imprisoned in a tree."

"Yes, we saved him from there! The witch - Freya helped us too! Do you know her?" Giving a lot information in such a short time made his father speak, warning him.

"Boi."

She turned to him, matching voice with a matching body type; deep, husky, and powerful. She thought how he could give piercing feeling to people with just his voice.

"Don't." She said, "He is just curious." Turning from the man's hazel colored eyes to little boy's blue ones. "Very understandable at the age of yours, little boy."

"Atreus," He said happily, "My name is Atreus."

Smiling to him, she gave her hand to him to greet, "And I am Y/n. Mimir's granddaughter."

As they shook their hands, his father made a 'hmm' notice that make her turn to him again, "And you?"

Before he could speak, Mimir said again, "Kratos. The son's father." Clearly, "She is on our side brother. She means no harm. Right sweetheart?"

Nodding to Mimir's comment, she said, "I am sorry to act hostile but when I see my grandfather's head shaking on your belt, I thought you took him as hostage."

He didn't say anything but when Atreus looked at his father, he finally spoke again. "Kratos."

Smiling you said, "Nice to meet you Kratos, and Atreus."

There was a silence, a peaceful but piercing one 'till Mimir spoke again, "Let's go and camp. There is lot to talk and I can say the boy is already hungry brother."

Turning to his son, Kratos nodded, pointing a direction to Atreus to follow, he began to walk as he put Mimir's head on his belt again. She didn't complain. She knew how there were just a few person who are trustable. He had to protect his son too.

Following them behind, she looked at her grandfather, pointing to Kratos, "Is he always like this?"

Mimir smirked, "Yes. From the time we have spent together, I can say he is always like this."

"I can hear you." Kratos said, annoyed but not quite hostile anymore.

"So," Atreus turned to her, walking backwards, "Are you a Goddess too? Are you from the Asgard? Mimir didn't told us he had a granddaughter."

She said before Kratos made a warning again, "I am an Aesir Goddess." After realizing Kratos' sudden disturbing expression, probably remembering his meetings with other Aesir Gods, she added, "But I am not on their side. That is why Odin put me in a prison. He didn't want me to help Mimir and other people who are against them."

"How did you escape?" This time it was Mimir who asked a question.

"Odin is so focused on something else than me. He left the prison for a week and I found a way out by doing some magic that are forbidden and hard to do. It took me 23 years to spell the magics correctly."

"23 years?!" Atreus spoke in disbelief, "How long did you stay in there?"

Thinking it for a second, she said, "It has to be 89 winters."

"Wow, that's," He tried to say, showing his sadness clearly. Sadness he felt because of the situation she was in. "That's a lot."

"Hmm." Kratos said, sounding empathetic.

Smiling to Atreus after turning from Kratos wide shoulders that looked magnificent, she said, "It's okay. I am free now as well as my grandfather. We will not let that happen ever again."

Nodding to her, Mimir said, "Now it's time to smell the freedom. Take a look around sweetheart. Finally, we can see the realms and their beauty. And I am thankful to this little boy and brother to set me free."

She added, "I am too." She turned to Kratos, "I am thankful."

"I did it for us. Not for him or you." Such a hostile personality.

"I can say this is not true at all." She said, "I can see kindness inside you and the boy now."

Kratos stopped, turning to her, making both Atreus and her to look at his bigger body. He finally spoke again, asking another question, "What Goddess are you?"

She smiled; finally, he took an interest in her. Out of a certain reason, this made her feel excitement. Kratos who was probably a God but from other realms now had curiosity about her.

"I am the Goddess of spirits. From the Asgard to all other realms, I can sense every spiritual things and their souls. I can even smell them." She turned to Atreus, then to Kratos. They all were listening in silence. "From the power I hold, I can say that you are two lost spirits who have no harm to others unless they hurt you." Taking a few steps to Kratos, closing the gap between them, she added, "You are trying to protect the boy, understandable behavior but you also don't mean to act all hostile. This is just the nature of yours which I can empathize. But you also should know that I mean no harm too. I am here for Mimir. I want to protect only family I have like you do. So," She gave him her smaller hand in a friendly manner, "Let's get along, shall we? Maybe," She smiled, looked at the boy again who was watching them curiously, then to Kratos, "Maybe we can be friends?"

Kratos looked at her hand, then, slowly, he took it. Shaking his powerful hand a little, she felt real warmness on her soul. She could see the future, a good one, together. The things she couldn't see was that how they will be more than friends. They will find peace and love with each other's lost and broken souls that will cure slowly thanks to other's company. They will be a family.

And with that, the new and long journey for their bond has started.

end of part I.

Sam 

Sam is the definition of a protective boyfriend.

Not controlling though as he gives you freedom of course. 

But he’s still very protective, for many reasons. 

First and foremost, you're an automatic target because your boyfriend is a Caporegime. 

So he’s always stuck to you like glue whenever you’re out in public, keeping you close with at least one arm wrapped around your waist or arm. 

Second, he’s terrified that you’re eventually going to leave him and find someone better to love. 

You always assure him that your heart belongs to him but he can still get jealous easily. 

He practically hates himself most of the time because of the way he was made to feel as a kid, so it’s easy to see why he’s always worried. 

Whenever a man approaches you and starts flirting, Sam will stay away first, assessing the situation silently while he glares daggers at the guy making moves on his girl. 

Like, just imagine him sitting laid back, slowly smoking a cigarette as he looks at you calmly. (Like the gif)

Give it a minute then Sam is up, cooly striding towards you. 

You always anticipate your boyfriend coming to ‘save’ you from these men flirting with you but you never know what exactly he’ll do. 

Sometimes he’ll just wrap his arm around your waist and pull you into his chest, telling the guy “Fuck off. She’s mine.”

If he’s feeling particularly riled up, he’ll just pull you into a hard, passionate kiss with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, leaving you breathless after breaking the kiss while he threatens the guy with breaking his legs if he doesn’t leave. 

On the odd occasion, he’s completely cool as he appears, even smiling at the man with a strange look in his eye. 

Then he’ll lean forward and REALLY threaten the guy with a deep whispered growl, which always ends with the guys sweating profusely and essentially running away. 

You’ll both end up laughing about it eventually but if Sam is really pissed off, expect some rough quickies tucked down an alleyway, in the bathroom or in the back of his car. 

He’s so bloody hot when he’s angry that you’re all too happy to burn off some adrenaline with him afterwards. 

Paulie

This man is a loud protective boyfriend. 

He grew up neglected, so he’s always scared that the people he loves most will eventually leave him or deem him unworthy of their love. 

This comes between you quite a bit but you don’t mind. 

Firstly, he’s really hot when he gets all protective over you. 

Secondly, you love reminding him just how much you love him everytime he needs it, holding him close while you sleep or doing some other ✨naughtier✨ things. 

For the same reasons as Sam, he’s worried as hell that something will take you away from him. 

Because he’s always felt so lonely and doesn’t want to go back to that feeling, he won’t even give the guys a chance to start speaking before he’s wrapped around you, telling them to fuck off. 

Paulie gets into too many fights because he overreacts straight away. 

While he’s punching the ever living hell out of someone, you usually end up standing to the side, waiting for your boyfriend to finish while you sip at your drink or pick at your nails. 

Patience and subtly aren’t exactly Paulie’s best qualities. 

So you just know to expect him to appear at your side in less than 30 seconds anytime any guy talks to you. 

He already loves public displays of affection so anytime he has to get a guy to back off, nine times outta ten, he’s probably gonna kiss you hard before threatening the guy. 

If for some reason, the punk has foolishly decided to stay in the near vicinity, he’ll just get glared at by Paulie until he eventually leaves. 

Lots of him putting his hand in very visible, clear areas on your body that show your his. 

So expect a hand on your thigh if your sitting down or his arm banded around the curve of your waist. 

Is also a man that will need to burn off his adrenaline straight away, so he’ll sneak you away probably as soon as he’s finished beating the guy up or threatening them. 

This little shit is smug as all hell when you walk back into the room you were in before, smirking wide when the guy you were talking to notices your flushed, breathless self. 

You’ll never tell him but sometimes you intentionally try and get guys to talk to you, so Paulie can burn off some of his built up anger and steam, while you got a quick, rough quickie out of it. 

Tommy

With Tommy, it’s definitely 50/50 on how he reacts to guys flirting with you. 

He’s more controlled than Paulie and Sam, taking more time to access the situation before jumping into action. 

Make no mistake though, that doesn’t mean he downplays the threanting vibe. 

If anything, it’s even more intense. 

We’ve seen this man in the game when he’s trying to scare someone, it’s enough to make even the bravest man want to run away. 

He’s not worried that you’ll leave him, his biggest fear is more linked to that fact that you’re a target because of him. 

Tommy feels bad already that you're dating a criminal, so anytime any guy tries flirting and you clearly don’t want it, he’s ready to cause some pain. 

Compared to his best friends, he’s definitely more threatening with his body and facial expressions than his words. 

He’ll gladly threaten the punks with detailed words of violence, but one look from him usually has the men running. 

Tommy will slip up silently from wherever he’s been glaring the punk down, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. 

The look on his face is quick to get the guys to back off, but on the odd occasion they taunt him, you know it’s time to move outta the way. 

Next thing you know, Tommy will have punched the punk in the face and will be hitting the ever living hell out of him on the floor. 

You’ll just stand to the side waiting for him to finish and knock the guy out. 

While Sam and Paulie don’t mind claiming you as their own with a hard kiss, Tommy is much more private about that. 

He easily claims you as his own with just an arm around you or with his eyes glaring daggers into the punks. 

That doesn’t mean there won’t be sex after, oh no. 

Instead of a quickie, Tommy will instead wait until you get home and then take you roughly to burn off his adrenaline. 

Honestly, you love it more than you should, the build up of knowing it’s coming after a confrontation makes you weak at the knees. 

Tommy knows you’re getting excited too as he’ll always smile smugly about it and refuse to touch you properly until you get home. 

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