Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz is a police officer, a stern enforcer of the law. He's polite and cool with everyone. But you're not included in that.

You're a mechanic at the Requillage dealership. A saucy beauty with dirty hands. You smell like gasoline and motor oil.

Your acquaintance was banal: he brought his car, you were cheeky, he fell in love. On dates, instead of cafes and restaurants, you went to a shooting range. Tom believed that shooting a gun was the most important thing in life.

You woke up before Tom this morning—he had the day off. He was sleeping, his whole body pressed against you, his strong, toned arms gripping your waist tightly. You carefully tried to pry his hands off you, but he only tightened his grip, pulling you closer.

"No, no..." Tom croaked, and without opening his eyes, he kissed your shoulder. "No, don't go."

You smiled, watching him. You wanted to give up on everything and stay with him, but work is work.

• Tom, honey, I have to go. Work...

Tom mumbled something unintelligible and loosened his grip.

"You will only get out of this bed after twenty kisses. Count out loud."