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My Future Son-in-law -- Part 8
I sat in my London office, looking out the window at the cityscape outside. I couldn't help but ponder the decisions that had put me in the place I was now: a successful lawyer, divorced from my wife, and in a relationship with Tom - my daughter Chloe's ex-husband. The sun streamed in through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the sleek, modern space. I ran a hand through my salt-and-pepper hair, feeling the stubble on my chin. It had been a long day, but there was still work to be done. Me and my colleague Harrison had struggled with the Levinson case for what seemed forever. It was a simple malpractice law suit that seemed to grow and take more and more of our time.
My thoughts turned to Tom, who was probably waiting for me at home. After some hesitation, he had agreed to move in with me. He was still jobless, but I had no doubts about his abilities. I could tell he was nervous, unsure of how things would turn out between us. I couldn't blame him, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of fulfillment that came with having him around. It wasn't just the sex, amazing as that was, but the way he looked at me, the way he touched me. We connected on so many levels and we had a chemistry that crackled between us. It was something I hadn't felt with Karen. Our relationship had been sterile, a business transaction, formal and devoid of passion. But with Tom, it was different. He wasn't afraid to push past the surface, to explore those hidden depths I'd buried for so long. There was a spark, a fire between us that made every touch, every glance, feel like a kind of salvation.
The city pulsed outside my window, a symphony of lights and sounds. The sky was streaked with the last rays of the setting sun, turning the buildings a brilliant orange and red. London was a second home to me, a place of work and solace. The city had seen me through my highest highs and lowest lows. As I was beginning to wrap things up, my phone rang. I saw that it was Chloe, my daughter. I had not spoken to her in months, ever since she found out about Tom. I had left Costa Rica in a hurry, and had left dozen of unanswered voice messages. And now, out of the blue, she called. My hands shook as I answered.
"Hi, Dad," she said, her voice steady and reserved.
"Hi, darling."
"Don't call me that", she snapped.
"I'm sorry... "
"Never mind", she continued. "Listen, I'd like to meet up."
I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat.
"Okay," I managed, trying to sound calm. "I can meet you tomorrow afternoon."
"All right", she said. "There is a cafe in Battery Park."
"How are you doing?" I asked, afraid to hear the answer.
"Better now," she replied. "I've been keeping busy with work, and I'm trying to move on."
"I understand," I said with a sigh. "I'm sorry for what happened. I never intended for things to get so out of control."
"It's in the past, Dad," she said. "But I want you to know that I can't let this continue. I can't have you in my life while you are with Tom. It's just... insane."
"Can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm really glad you called." I said, and continued. "Let's not make any decisions until we've had a chance to talk about things face to face. I promise, I'll listen and do my best to understand where you're coming from."
She hesitated before finally relenting.
"Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow. But I'm not making any promises, Dad."
I couldn't fault her for that. I had hurt her deeply, and repairing our relationship would take time and effort. But I was willing to do what it took. I knew I couldn't go on living the way I had been, torn between my love for Tom and the guilt I felt for hurting Chloe. I needed to find a way to bridge the gap, to find a path forward that worked for all of us. My train of thought was interrupted by a knock on the door. I turned around to see Harrison, my colleague, standing in the doorway. He was a tall, handsome man with short blonde hair and a friendly demeanor. His grey eyes twinkled as he walked towards me, a folder in his hand.
"Philip, I've got the documents ready for the Levinson case," he said, slapping the folder on my desk. "I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a drink tonight and go over them?"
My mind raced, trying to think of a good excuse to turn him down. I had been looking forward to spending the evening with Tom.
"I'm sorry, Harrison, I already have plans for tonight," I said reluctantly.
"Oh, come on," he replied, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can't you cancel your plans? You know I get lost in all that legal jargon. You could use a break, and I promise, the drinks are on me."
I couldn't help but smile at his persistence.
"Alright, why not," I said, conceding. "I'll bring my friend along." '
Harrison furrowed his eyebrows. "Your friend? Who's that?"
"Tom." I replied, casually.
Harrison's eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly masked it with a friendly smile.
" Ah, right," he said . "Well, as long as he's good company. I can't stand boring people "
I laughed, knowing that Tom was anything but boring.
"It's settled then. See you guys at Libra at around eight." Harrison nodded, before turning and leaving my office.
As he closed the door behind him, I could feel my anxiety start to build. I hadn't introduced Tom as my partner to anyone in my professional circle before, and I was worried about how people would react. Would they judge us? Would they see me differently? I sighed, pushing the thoughts away. Tom was a vital part of my life, and I wasn't going to hide him from the world. If people couldn't accept us, then that was their problem, not mine.
When I walked through the door of the luxurious London apartment that had become our sanctuary, I could hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. I had decided to leave a little earlier, to catch up with Tom before joining Harrison at Libra. I hung up my jacket and walked towards the bathroom, my mind whirling with thoughts of the conversation I'd had with Harrison.
As I entered the bathroom, I heard the sound of water running and my heart skipped a beat. I pushed open the door to find Tom standing under the powerful shower stream. His sculpted, completely smooth body gleamed with water as he lathered up his body with soap. I couldn't help but stare, feeling my blood pressure rise as my body responded to the sight before me. Tom's body was toned and defined, the water glistening on his skin, making him appear almost ethereal. He had a calm, serene look on his face, like he was lost in thought. I watched as he slowly reached for the soap, running it over his hard, muscular chest, his hands sliding down his abs, leaving a trail of suds in their wake.
He bent down, soap in hand, and began to wash his legs, his firm ass flexing with every movement. I couldn't help but admire the way his body moved, the way he moved with such grace and ease. It was intoxicating, watching him like this, so vulnerable and exposed. I felt my cock twitching in my pants, straining against the fabric. I started to unbutton my dress shirt, my hands shaking with anticipation. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my toned chest, and hairy abs. Still looking at him, I unzipped my pants hurriedly, shoving them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, now only wearing my boxer briefs. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric, dying to be free.
Without taking my eyes off Tom, I reached down and pulled down my boxer briefs, letting my hard cock spring free. I stroked it gently, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn't help but stare at Tom, watching as he continued to wash himself.
"Hey there, babe", I said , my voice deep and low with desire.
Tom jumped, startled, as he turned around to face me. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, lust, and anticipation.
"Philip", he said, breathlessly. "What.. what are you doing here?"
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I could feel the heat between us intensifying, my cock pulsing with every beat of my heart. My eyes were glued to Tom's body, taking in every inch of him. He looked like a god, a perfect specimen of masculinity and grace.
"I think you know exactly what I'm doing here", I said.
Tom didn't respond, his eyes locked onto my cock. I could see him swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he took in the sight of my hard, throbbing member. I took a step closer to him, feeling my cock brush against his leg. He looked up at me with a mixture of trepidation and encouragement in his eyes. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shoulder, pulling him towards me.
"Come on, baby," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "Let me show you what you need."
Tom slid his arms around my neck, pressing his torso against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and rigid, pressing against my thigh as our bodies met. His breath was hot and heavy, his pupils dilated with lust. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension building up between us. I ran my hands down his back, gripping his firm ass. I could feel the muscles rippling beneath my fingertips.
"I want you," I breathed, my voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fuck you so hard."
Tom let out a gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as I whispered those words in his ear. He started grinding against me, his hips rocking back and forth. God, he was horny for my daddy cock. He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck, bringing his lips to mine. I grabbed him by the ass, lifting him up as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I could feel his hard-on pressed against mine, the friction driving me wild with desire. I carried him over to the bathroom counter, laying him down with a soft thud.
I pulled away from the kiss, gasping for breath. I looked at him, his young virile body stretched out on the counter. His legs was slightly spread, revealing his tight pink hole. I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight. I wanted to taste him, to devour him whole. I reached out and ran my fingers along his inner thigh, causing him to shiver. I could see his cock straining, begging for attention. I got down on my knees and leaned down, my face inches away from his balls. I could smell his musk, his manly scent driving me wild with desire. I took one of his balls into my mouth, gently sucking, feeling it roll around on my tongue. Tom let out a moan, his hips bucking slightly. I licked down his taint, taking in the salty taste of him. I was hungry for more, impatient to taste his sweet ass. I caught sight of Tom's face, his eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He leaned back, giving me more access to his ass. I ran my tongue along his hole, teasing it before diving in. I heard him gasp, his body stiffening as I began to eat him out.
My tongue circled his hole, brushing against it lightly before probing deeper. I could feel him tensing up, his whole body responding to my touch. I grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and began to tongue fuck him. My tongue dove in and out of his tight hole, savoring the musky, sweet taste of him. I had always loved eating out Tom's ass, relishing the control it gave me over him. Tom let out a moan, his hands gripping the edge of the counter, his head thrown back. I let out a low growl of satisfaction as I continued to feast on him, loving how he trembled under my touch. Tom was panting heavily now, his body quivering with pleasure. I wanted to drive him wild, to make him beg for my cock. I stood up, my hard cock bobbing obscenely before me. My grip on Tom's ass tightened, and I could feel myself dripping with pre-cum.
"Are you ready, baby?" I asked, my voice husky.
Tom moaned in response, his eyes opening wide and pleading. He reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it with a tentative touch. My muscles tightened, feeling the fire inside me growing stronger.
"Yes, please," he gasped. "Fuck me, Daddy."
I grinned wide, a wave of adrenaline flowing through me. His raw desire was fueling my own, burning a hole in my chest. As he lay on his back on the counter top, his hard cock jutting up from a nest of wet curls, I gripped him by the hips and pulled him towards me. Our eyes met, his blue orbs drowning in need, as I shifted him into position, his opening wet from the shower. I could hear his breath hitch in his throat as the tip of my cock pressed against his tight ring of muscle. I pushed forward, breaching the tight barrier, hearing Tom's soft gasp of pleasure.
My movements were unhurried as I continued to push inside him, feeling every inch of tight warmth envelope me. He had never quite gotten accustomed to my girth, and I saw how he gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the counter with his hands as I pumped deeper into his tight heat. I watched with pure pleasure as the pink folds of skin spread around my thick cock, growing full of me as I hilted myself deep in his ass. His hands moved to clutch at the firm globes of my ass, fingers digging in as he pulled me in closer against him. Our eyes met, and there was a wordless conversation that seemed to resonate in the air around us, a sense of pure desire flowing between us like a river of lava.
I could feel the tension growing, my hips rocking back and forth, driving my cock deeper into him. Tom's body responded instantly, his hips bucking to meet mine as we found our rhythm. I could feel his muscles clench around my cock, massaging me with every thrust, milking me of every inch of pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," I muttered, unable to hold back the words any longer.
Tom whimpered, his head thrown back in a mix of pleasure and pain. I pulled out slowly, before driving in again.
"You are so fucking big", he screamed , his voice echoing through the empty bathroom.
I could see the veins throbbing in his neck, feel the sweat trickling down his neck as I continued to pound his tight ass. His hips moved against mine, matching my rhythm perfectly. I reached down, bringing his wrists to his throat, gripping him firmly.
"Say my fucking name", I growled, which caused a sharp inhale from him, I could feel his chest contract around my clenched fist.
"Who's cock is this, baby? Whose ass am I fucking?"
"Yours. Yours, daddy. You're fucking my tight ass, oh God", Tom replied breathlessly, his skin flushed with pleasure and his eyes filled with adoration.
I let out a low groan of satisfaction as I felt his muscles clenching around my cock, the sensation almost overwhelming. I let go of his wrists and wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I could feel the head of my cock rubbing against his prostate on every thrust, causing Tom to gasp and moan.
"You want it, don't you?" I growled.
His ass was like nothing I had experienced before. It was tight and perfect, just the way I liked it. I slammed my cock inside him, feeling the muscles of his ass clench around me.
"Oh fuck, Tom," I yelled, as I persisted in my rhythm. "Yes, baby, take it."
Tom mewled beneath me, his body trembling in response. I wrapped my arm around his neck, holding him tightly as I continued to thrust, feeling him take every inch of my dick. I could feel the edge rising within me. I knew I wasn't going to last long. The tightness of his ass, the way he moaned and writhed beneath me, the feel of his arms around me as I held him close, all conspired to drive me insane with lust. I could feel my balls tightening up as I reached my breaking point.
"I'm going to cum, baby," I groaned, my voice thick with desire.
Tom whimpered beneath me, his hands clutching at my back as I pistoned into him.
"Yes, daddy. Cum in me," he begged, arching his hips up to meet mine.
I grabbed hold of his cock, pumping it furiously in time with my thrusts.
"Cum, baby," I growled. "Cum for me."
With a cry, Tom's orgasm tore through him. His cum shot up in the air, landing on his abs and chest in white ropes. His whole body shook as he came, the waves of pleasure rolling over him. Seeing him like that, writhing beneath me, was enough to set me off. With a low growl, I let go, my cock twitching as I filled him to the brim. I could feel my cum spurting out of me, filling his ass with warmth. Tom moaned beneath me, his hands clutching at my back as I emptied myself inside him.
I pulled out slowly, savoring the feeling of my softening cock sliding out of him. I watched as the cum started to drip out of him, a sticky mess that only added to the eroticism of the moment. I looked down at Tom, his eyes still closed, his lips parted in pleasure.
I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, feeling him stir beneath me. I pulled back and looked at him, a soft smile on my face.
"You're amazing," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Tom opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
"I could say the same for you," he replied, his voice soft and raspy.
I chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. I wrapped my arm around him, pulling him in close as we both caught our breath. I was at peace, but still thinking about Chloes phone call, asking me to meet tomorrow. Should I tell Tom? I didn't want to upset him, not after the intense encounter we had just shared. But at the same time, I felt like I owed it to him to be honest. I couldn't keep secrets from him, not after what we had just done.
I looked down at Tom, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm as he dozed off in my arms. I smiled softly, feeling a surge of affection for him. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have him in my life. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling him stir beneath me.
"Don't get to comfortable, baby. I thought we'd go out for drinks."
"Sounds nice", Tom said. "Where?"
"A place called Libra. It was a colleague who suggested we should meet there."
"You mean we should go as a couple?" Tom asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
I could tell he was still processing the fact that he had moved in with me. I smiled and winked at him.
"Yeah, why not? I want to show you off."
Tom's eyes snapped open, and he looked at me with surprise and pleasure.
"Really?"
"Yes, really," I said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're mine, and I want everyone to know it."
Tom smiled, his cheeks flushed with pleasure.
"I like the sound of that," he said.
I chuckled and helped him off the counter, pulling him into a tight embrace. His naked skin was still wet from the shower and the sex, and I could feel the water droplets seeping into my gray chest hair.
"Let's get dressed and head out," I said, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of taking Tom out on a date.
Tom nodded, still looking a little dazed from what had just happened. I could see him smiling softly, and I knew that he was still basking in the afterglow of our intense encounter. I leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, feeling him kiss me back with a soft sigh. We quickly got dressed, our bodies still humming with pleasure.
The cool night air greeted us as we stepped out of the taxi and onto the bustling streets of London. I glanced at Tom, who was standing quietly beside me, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. I could see the apprehension on his face, but I gave him an encouraging smile, feeling a pang of endearment as I thought of the lost puppy look on his face. We continued walking hand in hand, our destination the dimly lit Libra bar, which I knew would be a perfect place to help Tom relax. My thoughts drifted back to my daughter and I felt a pang of guilt. I hadn't yet told Tom about our conversation earlier, and I knew that I needed to, but not tonight. Tonight was for us.
As we entered the bar, the boisterous atmosphere immediately wrapped itself around us. A quick glance at Tom revealed that he was initially overwhelmed, but as we approached our table, he seemed to regain his composure. I spotted Harrison right away, his tall athletic frame unmistakable.
He was sitting at a table, sipping a drink and looking around the room. I could feel Tom's tension increase as we made our way over to him, but I squeezed his hand reassuringly and gave him a comforting smile.
"Harrison, this is Tom," I said as we approached the table.
Harrison's eyes flicked over to Tom, and his face broke out into a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you, Tom," he said, extending a hand.
Tom shook it hesitantly, still clearly overwhelmed by the situation. I could tell he was uncomfortable, but I hoped that the alcohol would help him relax.
"Likewise," Tom said, his voice barely audible.
"What's your drink of choice?" Harrison asked, already signaling to the bartender.
I glanced at Tom, and he seemed unsure of what to say.
"How about a whiskey sour?" I suggested, remembering that it was one of his favorites.
"Sounds great," Harrison agreed, turning back to the bartender.
As he ordered the drinks, I noticed Tom glancing around the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the bar. The music was loud, and the atmosphere was lively, but there was something about Tom's nervous demeanor that made me wish for a cozier setting. The bartender placed the drinks on the table, and Harrison handed one to Tom before taking a sip of his own.
"Cheers," Harrison said, clinking his glass against ours.
"This week was really rough", I said.
"As soon as we are finished with the case, it will get easier", Harrison replied.
His gaze flickered to Tom and lingered for a moment. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, but I shook it off and focused on the conversation.
"So, Tom, what do you do for a living?" Harrison asked, taking another sip of his drink.
Tom looked at me, then back at Harrison.
"I used to work in real estate," he said, "but I'm not doing much lately."
"Ah, I see," Harrison said, nodding. "Well, we all have our ups and downs."
Tom nodded, looking down at his drink. I could see him struggling to find his footing in this unfamiliar setting. I reached over and put my hand on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. He looked up at me, and I smiled at him reassuringly.
"And you live together", Harrison asked, seemingly intrigued.
I nodded.
"Yeah, Tom moved in with me recently," I said, giving Tom's knee another squeeze.
Harrison looked at us with a raised eyebrow, one that suggested he knew something was going on between us, but he didn't say anything. The three of us continued to chat for a while, making small talk about work and the city. Tom seemed to relax a little more as the alcohol worked its magic. I could feel the tension between Harrison and me dissipating as well. He was a good colleague and a fascinating conversationalist, but I couldn't deny the feeling that something was simmering beneath the surface. I glanced over at Tom, who was engaged in a spirited conversation with Harrison about his love for photography. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I watched him smile and laugh, his eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bar. He looked happy and relaxed, and that was all that mattered to me.
As the night wore on, I found myself loosening up and letting down my guard. I couldn't help but notice the way Harrison kept stealing glances at Tom, and the way Tom would blush under his intense gaze. Harrison was a handsome man, no doubt about it, but I couldn't help feeling a sudden wave of possessiveness towards Tom. I didn't want anyone else looking at him, let alone considering him in a sexual light.
We were all getting drunker, our voices growing louder as the night went on. I remember seeing Tom and Harrison lock eyes for a long moment, and I felt my heart racing as if I was watching a scene in slow motion. I could tell that Tom was beginning to sense the sexual tension in the room as well. I caught glimpses of him stealing furtive looks at Harrison's muscular physique, and the way his cheeks would flush when their eyes met. I could see him mentally undressing Harrison, and my body stiffened in response. I couldn't deny that the idea of Tom and Harrison together turned me on, but the jealousy that burned within me was stronger. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching what was mine. I put my hand in Tom's lap, stroking his inner thigh, feeling him shiver at my touch. Harrison's gaze flickered to us, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. I knew what he wanted, but I wasn't about to let it happen. Not tonight, at least.
"So, you divorced Karen. And now you have this young little thing living with you," Harrison said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Tom.
I could feel the tension rising as Harrison's gaze lingered on Tom. My hand tightened around Tom's thigh, and I could feel the muscles tense under my touch. I wanted to claim him, mark him as mine and fiercely protect him from any advances from Harrison.
"You're a lucky man, Philip", Harrison continued with a wink, his gaze still fixated on Tom.
The double entendre was not lost on me, and my grip tightened even further as I imagined Harrison's hands on Tom's body.
"Indeed", I simply replied.
Harrison continued to drink and try to engage Tom in conversation, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't shake off the thought of an encounter between the two of them, and the jealousy that surged through me made me dizzy.
"I think it is time to call it a night", I said , interrupting Harrison's flirtation.
I saw Tom give me a grateful look, and he quickly stood up.
"It was nice meeting you, Harrison", Tom said, as we started to leave.
I gave him a smile as we walked out of the bar, feeling relieved but also confused about my own feelings. Harrison's flirting had awoken something in me, that I had not felt before.
Once outside, Tom turned to me.
"Thanks for taking me out tonight. I had a lot of fun."
"Me too", I replied, pulling him closer to me.
I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and my heart began to race as I imagined what it would be like to make love to him again. The thought of Harrison's eyes on Tom's body still lingered in my mind, and I knew that I needed to do something to erase it.
The taxi ride was tense as I stole glances of Tom 's reflection on the window, his eyes closed, a small smile playing on his lips. I couldn't shake off the feeling of protectiveness that overcame me earlier, and now it was mixed with something else altogether. We finally arrived back at the apartment, and I paid the driver. As we entered the apartment, I turned to Tom.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, my voice gentle.
"About what?" Tom replied, his voice laced with confusion.
"About Harrison", I said, watching his face closely for any reaction.
Tom looked away, and I could see a flush creeping up his neck.
"There's nothing to talk about", he said.
I stepped closer to him, closing the distance between us. "I saw the way you looked at him", I said, my voice low and seductive. "You wanted him".
It wasn't a question, but a statement. I could see the realization dawning on Tom's face, and I watched as he bit his lower lip nervously. My thumb brushed against his chin, gently urging him to meet my gaze.
"Yes", he finally whispered. "I can't help it. "
I nodded, understanding. I knew that feeling of wanting something that was forbidden, the excitement of it all. My hand moved from his chin, tracing down his neck and lingering on his shoulder. I absorbed the subtle shudder that ran through his body.
"But you are not his", I said, my voice thick with desire. "You're mine."
Tom looked up at me, his cherub face pink with embarrassment, but also aroused. I moved closer and cupped his cheek, running my fingers through the soft curls of his hair.
"I know," he said softly. "But I wanted to see what it would be like, to... to experience him."
"If that is to happen, it is up to me to decide." I pulled his chin up, forcing him to meet my gaze. "And I say no."
Tom hesitated, but I could tell he understood my decision. I tilted his face up and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. The kiss was slow, gentle, and I could taste the hint of whiskey on his lips. I deepened the kiss, losing myself in the warmth of his mouth. My hands snaked around his waist, pulling him closer against me as we stood in the dimly lit hallway.
"Philip," Tom breathed against my lips, as the kiss ended.
"I will think about it", I said.
Tom looked almost disappointed, but I could see a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"I need to tell you something else", I said.
I took a step back from Tom, releasing him from my grip. He looked at me questioningly, taking a step towards me, reaching out to take my hand. I love this boy, and my heart ached for him. But I had to be honest with him, even if it hurt.
"Chloe contacted me today."
Tom's eyes widened, and I could see the surprise etched on his face.
"She did?" He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. "Has something happened?"
I sighed, running my hand through my hair, feeling the strain building in my neck.
"She wants to meet tomorrow."
Tom's eyes widened even further, and he let go of my hand. I could see the wheels turning in his mind, the questions and doubts swirling in his head. I expected him to be angry, to shout and scream, to demand an explanation. But instead, he stood there quietly, his gaze unwavering.
"What do you want to do?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know. But she is my daughter. " I admitted, feeling lost and vulnerable. "I wasn't expecting this, and I don't want to hurt you."
Tom looked at me, his eyes wide and full of concern.
"What did she say? Why does she want to meet?"
"She didn't say much, just that she needs to talk to me. I don't know what this all means, Tom. I'm sorry." I said, cupping Tom's face in my hands.
"We'll talk more about this tomorrow", he said , looking into my eyes.
He leaned in and kissed me softly, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I returned the kiss. We pulled away from each other, and Tom turned to head towards the bedroom. I couldn't help but watch him, the way his toned body moved as he walked away from me. I followed him and got under the covers, cuddling him close as we drifted off to sleep.