Chapter 253

**Sara**

Tom appeared in the doorway a second later with a mock scowl. "Cheater."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Sore loser."
He stepped into the room, crowding me against the sink. "I seem to recall someone saying they liked it sore."
I swatted his chest, ducking under his arm to check the shower temperature. "Yes, well, that someone is currently very hungry and not in the mood for round... whatever we're on."
Tom chuckled and joined me in the shower. The hot water cascaded over us, filling the air with steam. I grabbed my shower gel and squirted a generous amount onto a loofah.
"Here," I said, tossing it to him. "Make yourself useful."
He caught it deftly, a wicked grin on his face. "With pleasure."
I rolled my eyes, turning away from him to grab my shampoo. As I lathered up my hair, I felt Tom's hands on my back, the loofah creating a soapy, foamy trail across my skin. I hummed in contentment, leaning into his touch.
"You're pretty good at that," I admitted, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.
"I have many talents," he replied, his voice smug. He spun me around, the loofah now attacking my front with the same thoroughness.
I laughed, batting his hands away. "Alright, alright, I'm clean enough."
He stepped back, holding up his hands in surrender. "Fine. But don't come crying to me when you're feeling neglected later."
I snorted, grabbing the loofah from him. "Neglected? Please. I think I've had more orgasms today than I have in the last week."
Tom's eyebrows shot up. "Is that a challenge?"
I groaned, pushing him out of the way to rinse off. "No, it's not a challenge. It's a statement of fact. Now, out. I need to condition."
He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. "Fine. But if you're not out in five minutes, I'm coming back in."
I saluted him mockingly. "Yes, sir."
He shot me a warning look before leaving the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. I hurried through the rest of my shower routine, eager to get back to Tom. And the pizza.
True to his word, Tom reappeared in the bathroom exactly five minutes later, a towel slung low around his hips. I was standing at the sink, wrapped in my own towel, trying to tame my wet hair with a comb.
He leaned against the doorframe, watching me with an amused expression. "You take longer to get ready than any woman I've ever met."
I glared at him in the mirror. "Excuse me for not wanting to look like a drowned rat."
He pushed off the doorframe, coming up behind me. His hands found my hips, his chin resting on my shoulder. "You could never look like a drowned rat."
I rolled my eyes, even as a smile tugged at my lips. "Charmer."
He pressed a kiss to my neck, then straightened up. "Pizza should be here soon."
We stepped into the bedroom, and I quickly threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts, opting to go commando. Tom glanced at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Really? No bra or panties?"
I shrugged. "It's not like we're going anywhere. Plus, easy access, right?" I winked at him, earning a chuckle.
He shook his head, picking up his discarded clothes from the floor. "You're insatiable."
"Says the guy who suggested another round," I retorted, watching as he pulled on his boxers and pants.
He shot me a smirk. "Guilty as charged."
I sat on the bed, crossing my legs. "So, what's the plan for the rest of the night? Besides the obvious, of course."
Tom finished buttoning his shirt but left it untucked. "Well, food first. Then maybe a movie?"
I wrinkled my nose. "A movie? Really?"
He sat down next to me, nudging my shoulder. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can pick something neither of us has seen."
I sighed dramatically. "Fine. But if it's boring, I reserve the right to demand a refund."
Tom laughed. "Deal. But if it's good, you owe me."
"Owe you what?" I asked, eyeing him warily.
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "A lap dance."
I burst out laughing, pushing him away. "In your dreams."
He grinned, standing up. "A man can hope."
The doorbell rang, interrupting our banter.
"Food's here!" I bounced on the bed like an excited kid on Christmas morning.
Tom laughed, heading for the door. "Stay put, I'll get it."
"Don't forget my garlic bread!" I called after him.
"As if you'd let me," he shot back.
I heard the door open and Tom's muffled conversation with the delivery person. The smell of melted cheese and tomato sauce wafted through the apartment, making my stomach growl embarrassingly loud.
Tom returned with two large pizza boxes and a bag of sides balanced precariously in his arms. "A little help here?"
I jumped up and grabbed the boxes, practically skipping to the living room. "Oh my god, it smells amazing."
"You act like you haven't eaten in days." Tom placed the bag on the coffee table and started pulling out containers.
"Hey, you try having multiple orgasms and see how hungry you get." I flopped onto the couch, already opening the first box. The steam rose up, carrying the heavenly aroma of pepperoni and extra cheese.
Tom grabbed the remote and settled beside me. "What are we watching?"
"Something mindless." I was too busy stuffing a slice of pizza into my mouth to care about the selection. "Oh my god," I moaned around the mouthful. "This is better than sex."
Tom's head whipped around. "Excuse me?"
I swallowed and grinned at him. "Okay, maybe not better than sex with you. But it's a close second."
"That's more like it." He grabbed his own slice, scrolling through Netflix. "How about this new action movie?"
"Whatever," I mumbled, already reaching for the garlic bread. "Just push play before I eat everything without you."
We settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the sounds of eating and the occasional explosion from the TV. I had pizza sauce on my chin, which probably looked like a complete mess, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
"Want some?" I offered Tom one of my cinnamon sticks, feeling generous now that I'd eaten my weight in pizza.
"You're actually sharing?" He pressed a hand to his chest in mock surprise. "I'm touched."
I poked him with my foot. "Don't be a smartass, or I'll take it back."
He snatched the dessert from my hand before I could follow through on my threat. "No takebacks."
I rolled my eyes and snuggled closer to him, my belly full and contentment settling over me like a warm blanket. On-screen, some impossibly buff actor was doing equally impossible stunts, but I was more focused on the way Tom's fingers were absently playing with my hair.
"This is nice," I murmured, my eyes growing heavy.
"The movie?"
"No, this. Us. Pizza and bad movies and..." I yawned. "Just being."
Tom pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Yeah, it is nice."
I fought to keep my eyes open but was fighting a losing battle between the food coma and Tom's warmth. The last thing I remembered was Tom chuckling and pulling me closer as I drifted off against his chest.
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