Chapter seventeen

Tom closed the door once they were inside. He watched her look around the front hallway. The loud thumping of her boots on the wooden floor getting his attention. Smirking, he reached for her, snaked his hands round her waist and pulled her into his body. "I didn't even notice those crazy boots. Are they meant for crushing skulls? The thumping is so loud anyone around would know you're walking." He said nuzzling the left side of her neck.

She tilted her head to the side chuckling. "The heels are just heavy you idiot."

"I know that." He stepped to her right. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go put my room in order."

"Uhh uhh." She shook her head and wagged her finger. "No way. So that you can take down your posters and all the things I mentioned that you might have?" He watched her in amusement. "No way."

"Unlike your room which is always clean, mine isn't."

"I don't care." She folded her arms.