Bill Gates, Lebron James, and Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker don’t ostensibly have much in common. But they’ve all recently poured buckets of ice on their head in support of ALS research. Yes, members of this motley crew – alongside hundreds of your Facebook friends – have posted viral videos of themselves shivering gleefully in order to raise money for a good cause.
An involuntary shiver ran down your back as you watched ice water cover Tom completely. You were beyond happy it wasn’t you who was nominated. Finishing the video with a cheeky salute he brought his stare to you on the balcony. The big grin on his face portrayed his excitement, but you noticed the grin curve into a mischievous smirk.
“Enjoy the show babe?” he asked as his tongue snuck out to lap up the water running down his lips. “I’m just glad it wasn’t me” you chuckled from your safe perch on the balcony. “What a sight that would have been darling” he mused, grin perfectly in place. What a sight he was , white shirt clinging deliciously to his hard body , water dripping from his hair as he ran a big hand through it. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Now come down here and bring me a towel,” he demanded. “Or what?” you retort, feeling mischievous yourself. “Trust me sweetheart, you don’t want to find out “ his voice slipping an octave lower. The tone of the promise made your stomach flip flop in anticipation and by the look on his face, he could tell. You noticed he tried to repress a shiver than ran through his cold body, you reluctantly gave up your little game and ran downstairs so he wouldn’t catch his death.
Sidestepping the puddles of water, you reached out to give him the big white fluffy towel. When he didn’t take it, you cocked your head to the side realising your mistake too late. Never trust an actor. “Tom, don’t even think about it” you coloured your tone with irritation . Your eyes flicked back to the door quickly, he let out a hearty laugh at your plan. “You’ll never make it sweetheart” he chuckled lowly.
“Please Tom , I’m begging you” you tried a different tactic. He took a step closer and you mirrored him taking a step back. Two more synchronised steps and you felt a hard surface at your back. You were trapped.
“You know darling…” He began , reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. A single touch igniting sparks through your body. “When people beg..” he continued ducking his head low next to your ear and you could feel the electricity crackle between the two of you, “…they’re usually on their knees”.