Piny Promise?

Nina's eyelashes flutter open as her senses gradually come into focus, still in the clothes from last night and her hair in a ponytail. She's startled with excitement when she remembers why she'd tied it back. She's sees the light of the morning through the blinds, hears comforting motion out in the kitchen, smells coffee from under the door and tastes what she licked up in the middle of the night on her breath. She feels butterflies fill her stomach as well as her midnight snack. She throws on her favorite hoodie, 3 sizes too big for her and opens the door.

At her feet she finds a glass filled with a green smoothie. More butterflies. She picks it up off the floor and takes a sip as she tiptoes down the hall quietly. Around the corner she gets a glimpse of Tom standing at the window, looking out and stretching. She's never seen him like this before, expect for her secret visit last night. He's wearing only tight boxer briefs and she remembers seeing them hanging around one of his ankles in the night. His shoulders are broad and more muscular than she'd anticipated. His waist is slim and tight but strong looking. The kind of body you are blessed with but work hard to maintain.

"Good morning, Tommy" her voice carries across the room and there's nothing he'd rather hear in this entire world.

"Hey, you're up" he says trying to hide how happy he is to see her. He turns around and walks to his pile of clothes. "I hope I didn't wake you"

She scans his body as he walks. From his wavy hair to his kind eyes, brown like hers. His jaw is more defined than last she saw him and chest is filled out.

"Okay, Tommy-six-pack!" She laughs. "now that's a nickname you can have that isn't a fucking lie."

Tom doesn't know whether to be flattered or horrified but loves that she's noticing his body.

"You look like one of those click bait ads with a jacked grandpa, you know? THE SUPPLEMENT DOCTORS DON'T WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT" She says in a serious voice and almost falls over laughing.

Tom's face goes blank. Really?

"What? Who else can I fuck with like this?"

His face goes even more blank.

"Sorry, mess with" she sensors herself. "you just make it so easy."

"I'm glad I can amuse you?" he finally breaks " I hope you don't mind. I found some things in your kitchen to make my famous hangover cure. I have a feeling your head is hurting a bit?"

"Oh my God, no. Anything in this apartment is up for grabs." She says is she tilts her head from one side to another, her ponytail dripping down her neck. "Yeah, I'm hurtin a little, but I'll be okay!"

"Hey, I know that hoodie!" Tom says

Nina doesn't answer as her gaze continues down from his abs. Look at that V! Shit... she thinks to herself as she shifts her weight uncomfortably. Beneath his waistband, his thighs fill out his underwear. And between them, she finally notices. It's casts a shadow on the surface of his briefs. A cylinder with a subtle curve. Hanging down and pulled tight against his leg, it's long enough to have to go one way or another down past his crotch. This morning it's the right. It looks almost even better, barely concealed in those underwear, than hanging out like she saw last night. Almost better, she thinks. Just before the end of the boxers she can see the clear outline of his head, like the rings of Saturn. I wonder if I'll ever see it hard, the dreams to herself.

"Wasn't that mine?" he asks as he picks his pants up off the floor.

She almost chokes as she sees him bend his knee to get his pant leg on. "W-What?" She asks embarrassed.

"That hoodie. The one you're wearing. It looks like mine" he spells out.

"Oh... Oh, yeah! It's my favorite" She says coming back to reality.  "Remember like five, six years ago? You gave me this to wear when I was staying with you at your place? The furnace went out and you stayed up most of the night fixing it. I guess I never gave it back" she says slyly and rotates her shoulders side to side.

"It looks better on you anyway" Tom says as he finishes his coffee.

She tucks her nose under the neck, "It still smells like you." She says muffled. Her eyes sparkling like a disco ball from under her bangs.

Tom lingers on maybe the cutest thing he's ever seen in his life. Two perfectly curved legs coming out of his old sweatshirt and her eyes peering at him as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. He somehow manages to look away at his watch, "Do you mind if I have a shower before I leave for work?" He painfully asks never wanting this moment to end.

"Sure," she replies still under the hoodie with an ache of sadness. She pulls her angelic face out from it and points down the hall. Tom grabs his things and walks past her.

Nina takes a drink of her smoothie and hears the water start to run. A minute later he calls her name. She runs to the open door to see him in his underwear.

"I'm so sorry" he says "I've looked around but I can't find a towel."

Her face turns red as she slumps her shoulders. "Shit. I meant to go to the laundromat before yesterday but I totally forgot" laying her hand on her head.

"Nina, it's okay. Any towel will do. Whatever you've got is fine. Is there, like, a used one in your room? I can grab it."

"Oh yeah, I'll get it for you. Sorry about that. Umm, just hold on."

"No problem, Ba-Nina. Really" he smiles and steps in the tub with the curtain open.

"Oh my god, you haven't called me that in years!" She dances to her room and grabs a towel hanging from a chair then walks back. Damn, if only he could stay with me today, she wishes as she turns into the bathroom.

"Thanks, that's perfect. Can you set it on the sink for me?" he asks looking at her as he pulls off his underwear, throws them at her feet and pulls the curtain shut.

Nina's can't catch her breath and as Tom steps underneath the shower head, they both become wet...