If music be the food of love, play on.

That Shakespeare, so perfect and so wise, writing the stories of lovers and dreamers. Both tragic and comedic. It's like for every life situation, there's a Shakespeare quote to go along with it.

The smell of rain seeps through the open window in my room. My alarm clock says 9am even though the darkness of my room suggests it's 3 or 4pm. My body is cramped so I extend my arms and legs under my sheets, only to feel something next to me.

I turn over to see Tom sleeping next to me, shirtless. I peer below the comforter to discover that both him and I are in the nude. He looks so peaceful, his hair tussled about and his face looking so soft. I lean over a plant a kiss on his cheek, rubbing my hand along his back.

Whispering into his ear, I try to wake him up. "Tom, wake up...."

Nothing.

I get closer to his ear, my warm breath touching his face. "Wake up Tom, I have something to show you," I say nibbling his ear. His body begins to twitch; he moves his face towards me with his eyes staring into mine.

"Good morning sunshine," I plant a soft kiss onto his lips. He rubs his eyes and turns over to his back, extending his legs and arms in stretch. "Morning, do you always looks this stunning in the morning?" I cup his face with my hands, "Only when you're around."

We both lay in my bed for a good ten minutes without anyone saying a word. I roll over to grab my phone from the nightstand next to me when Tom places his arm over the side of my body, pulling me into him. His head rests on my right shoulder as he looks over me.

"I could get used to this," he says slowly kissing my neck then moving to my shoulder. His touch feels so good and his hands find my every curve. I relax my muscles, letting him have his way. "Marie, my love, let's spend the whole day together. Just you and me."

I look over my shoulder and into his eyes, "What about my parents, they only have two days left..." His right hand moves down and lands on my upper right thigh. "I'll take care of it." He plants one last kiss before getting up from the bed, completely exposed and with no shame. He slips on his boxer briefs and walks over to his jeans lying on the chair across the room, grabbing his iphone.

Opening the door to the balcony, he beings yapping into the speaker, his arms waving around as he's laughing. I adjust myself on the bed, with my back leaning against the headboard behind me, my sheets still covering me.

Tom looks through the door right at me laughing and sending me the most adorable smile, finished with the sexiest wink I've ever witnessed.

"It's all set, love. Your parents are spending the day, touring the best spots in London, Luke is setting it up now," he says closing the door behind him. He begins walking over to me, slowly crawling on top of me in straddle position, "The day is ours, Marie. We can do anything you want," he says just before kissing me, his tongue entering my mouth gently.

"Let's go to the London Dungeon!"

Tom looks at me questionably before grinning mischievously, "Great choice. It'll be the first time for both of us, we should get ready." He pulls me out of bed while gazing over me, "How am I so lucky?" he asks, making my face turn bright red.

"Oh did I make you blush?" That evil grin still upon his face, "Believe me darling, I can make you do so much more, but I'm afraid that time is not allowing such deeds to be done right now."

Even when he's talking dirty, he sounds so regal. Tom makes sex elegant; it's a beautiful thing.

Only one thing comes to mind when I look at the amazing man standing before me: Shakespeare.

"Hear my soul speak:

The very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service."