This is an entirely new chapter of Attraction :) Please enjoy <3

I couldn't remember any other time I'd walked an entire day. We'd continued through the city, talking about stuff that might come up during an interview with the USCIS, but also silly shit that no one would ever ask us to repeat.

"You mean you've never been to an amusement park? That's just sad."

Tom wiped his mouth, finishing a bite of Ethiopian fast food. "Never did as a kid and haven't had reason to since."

"There's this small one in Stockholm, right in the city. Used to hang out there all summer when I was a teenager. They host a lot of concerts there too."

"What kind of music do you like?"

"Eclectic. I can listen to almost anything as long as there's rhythm and a good feel to it. These days I focus on electronic because that's what people want on the dance floor, but I don't discriminate. What about you?"

Tom winced as if he regretted asking the question in the first place. "Old stuff mostly."

"What kind of old stuff?" I wasn't surprised at all for some reason.

"Pops had a collection of vinyl. All the jazz he could find on a discount. He'd buy a new vinyl and a bottle of whiskey whenever he had a few coins after the bills were paid. I used to sit with him as a kid to get away from the house. We'd listen to Louis Armstrong and Pops would tell me these stories he'd heard. Probably all rumors."

I couldn't say anything for a few seconds. Tom had rarely said so many words together at one time.

It was hard to talk with the smile I wore. "Guess that's where you got your taste for whiskey then."

"Maybe. I remember when he let me taste for the first time. I think I was ten. Had to be brave so I swallowed even if it burned like nothing else."

It sounded like he missed his family, or at least parts of it.

He continued, strained this time. "Then Luke started to come around as well, too impatient to listen to jazz. He'd run around the house until Gran threw him out back to play with the dog."

"Luke?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Luke's my little brother."

I took another bite of food, hoping he'd continue on his own. Prying wasn't my thing since I hated it when others did.

We were seated on a low wall, dangling our legs while the sun traveled toward the horizon. Others sat nearby, choosing the only seats available close to the food truck. It was not a private setting, but somehow it felt easier to open up beneath the sky with no walls around us. At least for me. I wasn't sure the same was true for him.

"I left him behind. My only regret really. He was fourteen, so I had no choice but to leave on my own."

So much pain. It seemed to seep out of his skin. Old wounds that hadn't healed at all. I settled my arm around his back, wishing there was some way I could make it better. In a sense, I felt that I'd left my family behind as well, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.

He leaned into the touch. "Long time ago."

"Well, I know time is supposed to be a great healer and all that. But it sure doesn't work on regret." I tensed, wondering if I'd said too much. It wasn't meant as an accusation.

Tom remained silent. Worry began to churn in my stomach, twisting and turning while I watched his vacant gaze. But I'd learned long ago not to break important silences. Sometimes, people needed to assemble their thoughts. My aunt had never been very great at leaving me alone when I'd needed space, only to ignore me when I'd actually wanted her attention.

"I wish I'd kept in contact with him," he said.

"It's not too late."

He slid off the wall, looking thoroughly alone where he stood on the sidewalk. I got the feeling that he'd felt alone for a long time despite Lara and the others, and if anything, I wanted to solve that issue if I could. I jumped down, entwining our fingers.

"Let's go home," I said.

He gave me a broken smile, a squeeze of his fingers. "Yeah, I'd like that."

* * * *

One day off was apparently enough in Lara's book. Tom left the bed early, telling me to sleep in. There was a kiss involved, but not near enough to keep me from wanting more. We hadn't had enough time. Not by a long shot. Yesterday had been amazing, but I wasn't ready to let him go just yet.

"Will you be gone all day?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. She messaged me to pick her up. Usually she gives me a rundown of the schedule when I arrive."

Lara sounded more and more like a slave driver. "You really should get more days off. Ever heard of weekends?"

Tom fetched a towel from the closet, wrapping it around his hips. "I've never needed them."

"Right." I was about to say that he needed them now, but I didn't want to come off like a whiny guy.

He left the bedroom and moments later I heard the familiar sounds of falling water. It was tempting to join him in the shower, but when I finally managed to get out of bed, I got an even better idea.

I raided the fridge and the cupboards, finding enough food to make a decent breakfast for both of us. It wasn't a whole lot, and most of it was the food I preferred as Tom had been away, but I could work my magic. I couldn't remember if I'd ever cooked for someone. Sure, I'd made dinner together with friends, but this was different.

I was flipping the eggs when Tom entered the kitchen.

"Smells nice." The surprised tone carried more weight than the words. As did the casual touch of his hand on my back. He made it impossible to think clearly.

"Thought I'd be a good husband and cook you some breakfast."

He kissed my temple, his lips lingering on my skin. "Thank you. I'll set the table."

I was in shivers, struggling to keep steady while he moved around in the kitchen. All of this was unfamiliar and scary and wonderful and terribly confusing. I couldn't bring myself to trust that insistent voice in my brain that chanted with hope. It was still too early, still tenuous. And too much was at stake. This wasn't allowed to fall apart.

Two slices of bread popped up from the toaster, near enough giving me a heart attack. I shook my head, placed the fried eggs on a plate and turned off the stove. It was only breakfast. Nothing dangerous. I'd come out of it alive on the other side.

"Do you like orange juice?" I asked. Ridiculous as it was, the question brought back the realization of how little I knew about him.

"Yes, I do. Do you want some coffee?" he asked from the doorway, still dressed in nothing but the towel around his hips.

"Nah, I'll get something later. Can't mix it with orange juice anyway." I sauntered toward him, plates in hand, all too aware that he followed my progress.

I grinned when he didn't move out of the way, both of us caught by the traps we'd laid. As the seconds passed by without a single sound, my heart began to pound. I had no idea where he thought this would lead, only that I waited for it. Urged for it.

He stepped close enough to whisper in my ear, his bare chest touching mine. "I don't even know where you found that apron."

I had my lower lip firmly locked between my teeth. Another second passed. "Didn't think you'd want me to cook you breakfast without something on."

Slowly, he took the plates from my hands, placed them on the counter only to settle his touch on my hips. "So, if I untie this here..." he said, fingering the knot.

"Mhm."

I couldn't breathe. Not when he got down on his knees in front of me. I couldn't think.

I steadied myself, placing my hands on his warm shoulders. He waited, sliding his hand along my inner thigh as if he knew I was drowning in anticipation. He took his time, taunting me with his fingers until he finally unwrapped me like a freaking gift.

My cock stood at attention before he'd discarded the apron, and when he kissed the length from base to tip, I had a feeling this wouldn't take long at all.

"Damn," I said, only to bite my tongue. I wanted this to last. I wanted to revel in the feel of his mouth.

The flicker of amusement in his eyes only made it worse. He'd done this before. How else could he have known how to tease me closer and closer to completion? Sucking hard while his tongue drove me wild. I hadn't expected this. Not this raw need and the slow determination to savor. Each time I got close, he eased off, grinning while I panted. He brought me to the brink with frightening ease, toying with me in the best way possible, and he seemed ridiculously happy about it.

He resumed, and I squeezed my eyes shut, stifling sounds that would have alerted the neighbors of what was going on.

"Fuck, I thought you were in a hurry," I said, my voice more of a moan than anything else.

"Lara can wait."

I'd never heard sweeter words in my life.

He sucked me deep until I hit the back of his throat. Deeper still.

Shit.

I bucked. Once, twice. It was over all too soon, but I'd never felt so relieved to let go. He'd teased me long enough.

That smug smile. He knew exactly where he had me, and how uselessly defenseless I was when it came to him. But I was too sated to be worried.

I pulled him up and wiped the corner of his mouth, standing close enough to feel his heartbeat against my chest. "That was unexpected."

"Well, no one has made me breakfast since I was a kid." He was preciously endearing and sexy at the same time.

"Trust me, if this is the reward, I'll make you breakfast again." I pressed my crotch toward him. "Or do you want something else right now?"

He chuckled, nestling his fingers in my hair. "Nah, I better eat and get going."

"Eat, huh?"

His eyes lit up with intoxicating fire. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I'll save it for later."

"You behave today while I'm gone, then we'll see." The admonishment was mild and teasing at the same time.

"I always behave."

"Maybe. What will you do?"

"First, eat breakfast before it goes bad. Then I'm undecided."

"You talked about acting. Maybe look into that."

I let out a soft sigh. "I already did that."

"And?"

The way he truly asked made me all warm and grateful. It sounded like he wanted this for me. That he wanted me to try.

"I guess I can try again."

His lips quirked into a smile. I loved that smile. I really did. I was helpless against it.

"Let's have breakfast," he said, pressing one last kiss on my lips.

He tasted of me.

A/N Sorry, I was out having a very irresponsible night yesterday so I forgot to post. I did have fun though ;)