The Story of Us || Kaylor

18

A/N: heyy sorry this is so late, plus it's a very uneventful and rushed chapter. turns out that i have very very low writing stamina 💀 fr let's hope i finish this thing before like 2022

but thank you all so so so much for reading even tho the quality of this chapter is so awful, it means so much to me :,,) enjoy!!

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🌪 In silent screams and wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this 🌪

Naturally, Karlie is the first one to wake up.

She opens her eyes to a clump of matted blonde hair in her face and a pair of slender arms squeezing her torso. It's impossible to wipe off the fond grin lighting up the model's face as she takes in the girl sleeping soundly next to her, eyes fluttered closed and exhaling long, slow breaths.

It's actually pretty mesmerizing, to be honest. She is mesmerizing. And now Karlie can think those thoughts without having to slap herself in the face.

She isn't exactly too sure what had happened last night. All she knows is that Taylor had wanted to dance, and it somehow got to the point where Karlie had her pinned up against the wall and Taylor was begging her to take her pants off, or something along those lines anyway. And then they ended up here. In this bed. Legs intertwined. Sunlight peeking its way through the window.

And yeah, Karlie would do practically anything to wake up like this every morning.

"You're staring," the model hears, yanking her from her thoughts. Taylor's eyes open, revealing those glacial blue irises that Karlie always seems to get lost in whenever she stares into them for too long.

"Sorry. I can't help it. You're just too pretty," she giggles, watching Taylor's lips twist into a tender smile.

"When did you turn into such a sap?"

"Ugh, you're rubbing off on me," she smirks. Taylor sends her a sweet smile again and Karlie is honestly afraid her heart might jump out of her throat. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to this. Her brain can still barely comprehend that this is real.

"Kar. You're staring again," Taylor points out.

Karlie gives her a look. "At least it's not creepy anymore."

"Nope. Still creepy."

The model rolls her eyes. "Ugh, you're so hard to please," she huffs, rolling back over to her respective side.

"Actually," Taylor starts, the corner of her lip lifting up into a mischievous smirk, "no, I'm really not." And then she's on top of her with her hands resting on Karlie's chest, and she's leaning forward as her eyes glint wickedly and her mouth curling in a perfect grin.

"Oh," Karlie manages to squeak out right before Taylor moves forward to close the gap. At first, she lightly brushes her lips against hers, almost like she's teasing her in some strange, tormenting way. But even the faint feeling of Taylor's mouth on hers makes Karlie's brain go haywire, every thought incoherent and every single thing fading away until it's just them and nothing else.

And then the singer presses herself closer to deepen the kiss, and Karlie can hear herself laugh as a pleasurable sigh escapes Taylor's mouth. Her fingers find their way into the singer's natural curls, greedily inhaling her lavender scent like it's going to dissolve in thin air.

She tastes like everything sweet in the world– maybe a mixture of strawberries and vanilla and butterflies– and she's not too sure how someone could taste like butterflies, but Taylor does somehow, and it's the most wonderful flavor Karlie's ever had on her tongue.