Chapter 96
**Sara**
We lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow. I could feel Tom's heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my ear, his chest rising and falling with each breath. It was oddly soothing.
His fingers traced lazy patterns on my back, sending little shivers down my spine. I could've stayed like that forever, just listening to the steady thump of his heart.
"Hey," Tom's voice rumbled through his chest. "You hungry?"
I considered it for a moment. My stomach gave a traitorous growl, betraying my body's needs even as my mind rebelled against moving from this cozy spot.
"I don't know," I mumbled into his chest. "Food means moving. Moving means not being here. It's quite the dilemma."
"We could always order in. That way, you only have to move to the door."
I propped my chin on his chest, giving him a skeptical look. "And who says I'm answering the door? I'm not the one who worked up an appetite with all that 'old man stamina'."
"Old man stamina?" He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't hear you complaining earlier."
"That's because my mouth was otherwise occupied," I shot back with a grin.
"Is that so? Maybe we should occupy it again."
I grinned at Tom's suggestive comment. "Oh really? And what exactly did you have in mind to occupy it with?"
"I've got a few ideas. But first, let's address that growling stomach of yours. Can't have you passing out on me mid-occupation."
"Such a gentleman. Always thinking of my well-being." I teased, tracing my fingers along Tom's chest.
He smiled and rolled out of bed, the sheets tangling around his legs for a moment before he freed himself. I admired his form as he walked out of the bedroom, completely naked and utterly shameless. The sight of his bare ass disappearing through the doorway made me bite my lip, stifling a giggle.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the past hour's events. The intensity of our connection and his touch made me feel alive. It was all so intoxicating. But my stomach's grumbling soon pulled me back to reality. Maybe food wasn't such a bad idea after all.
A few moments later, Tom returned with his phone in hand, still completely naked. He didn't seem to care about his lack of clothing, and honestly, neither did I. If anything, it was amusing.
"So," he said, climbing back into bed beside me, "what are you in the mood for? Chinese? Pizza? Something else entirely?"
"How about you surprise me?" I suggested, snuggling up against his side.
"You know what? I'm in the mood for pizza. Nothing beats a good slice after... physical exertion."
"Pizza it is, then. Any particular toppings you're craving?"
"Surprise me," I said with a wink.
"Noted."
As Tom tapped away on his phone, placing our order, I admired the way his muscles moved under his skin. It was almost hypnotic.
Once he finished, he tossed his phone aside and turned to me, eyes gleaming mischievously. "Now, where were we?"
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, soft yet insistent. I melted into the kiss, my hands instinctively moving to tangle in his hair.
When we finally broke apart, both were a little breathless. "If that's how you plan to occupy my mouth, I might forget about the pizza entirely."
"We can't have that," Tom said, settling back against the pillows. "I'd hate for you to waste away from hunger."
I snuggled up against his side, resting my head on his chest. We lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound of our steady breathing and the occasional car passing outside. It was oddly peaceful, just existing in the same space without the need for words.
I traced lazy patterns on Tom's chest, my fingers following the contours of his muscles. His skin was warm beneath my touch, and I could feel his strong and steady heartbeat.
"This is nice," I murmured, breaking the silence.
"Mmm," Tom agreed, his fingers running through my hair. "It is."
We drifted back into silence, content to just be. I was almost dozing off when the doorbell jolted me awake.
"Looks like our pizza's here," Tom said, reluctantly untangling himself from me.
I watched as he got up and started pulling on his clothes. "You know, I'm a little disappointed. I was hoping you'd answer the door naked."
Tom paused, his shirt half-on. "As tempting as that sounds, I'd rather not get arrested for indecent exposure. Besides, I don't think the delivery person would appreciate the view as much as you do."
"Their loss," I said with a grin.
Tom finished dressing and headed for the door. "I'll be right back. Try not to miss me too much."
"I'll do my best to soldier on without you," I called after him, dramatically throwing my arm across my forehead.
The sound of muffled voices drifted through the apartment – Tom chatting with the delivery person. I strained my ears, trying to catch what they were saying, but it was no use. Instead, I occupied myself by stretching languidly across the bed, reveling in the lingering warmth Tom had left behind.
A few moments later, I heard the door close and Tom's footsteps approaching. The smell of hot pizza wafted into the room before he did.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out in an exaggerated tone.
"Oh, darling, how I've missed you. These long minutes of separation have been torture."
Tom appeared in the doorway, pizza box in hand, grinning from ear to ear. "I see you've made yourself comfortable."
"Well, someone had to keep the bed warm."
He set the pizza box down on the nightstand and started to undress again. I watched, unabashedly enjoying the show.
"You know," I mused, "I'm starting to think you just got dressed to tease me."
"Who says I didn't?" He winked, tossing his shirt aside.
Once he was gloriously naked again, Tom climbed back into bed, settling beside me. He flipped open the pizza box, and the aroma of melted cheese and spices filled the air.
"Mm, that smells amazing," I said, sitting up and reaching for a slice.
Tom grabbed one, too, and we ate in companionable silence for a moment. The first bite was heavenly – the perfect blend of gooey cheese, tangy sauce, and crispy crust.
"Oh my god," I mumbled around a mouthful of pizza. "This is so good."
Tom nodded in agreement, his mouth too full to speak.
I laughed at Tom's stuffed cheeks expression. He looked like a chipmunk trying to hoard acorns for winter.
"Careful there. Wouldn't want you to choke on your pizza. I'd hate to have to explain that to the paramedics."
Tom swallowed hard and took a swig of water. "Very funny. I'll have you know I've never choked on pizza in my life."
"First time for everything," I quipped, taking another bite of my slice.
We continued to eat, trading playful jabs between bites. It was nice, this easy banter. There was no pressure, no awkwardness—just two people enjoying each other's company and some really good pizza.
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