The Cruelest Summer

Chapter 21- I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD

"Bloody hell Taylor, you almost made me choke to death," Joe scowled, putting his pint of Guinness down.

Taylor smirked and propped herself up on the barstool adjacent to him. She had strutted over to him so seductively that he had spit some of his beer out.

"I mean....fuck you look-"

"Sexy?" Taylor supplied.

"Yeah. Exactly. You look sexy. So sexy that I might end up "pitching a tent" right in this very bar if you know what I mean."

"Joseph!"

"What?" Joe shrugged. "I can't help it. It's what you do to me."

Taylor blushed and nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip. "So you're not getting sick of me after seeing me six days in a row?"

"Get sick of you?" Joe gaped. "Never. I think that's impossible. I could fuck you every day for the rest of my life and I still don't think I'd get sick of you."

"Every day, Joe? Really? Your penis would fucking break if we did it every day for the rest of our lives," Taylor snorted.

Joe rolled his eyes and took another nip at his beer. "Well, we'll never know, will we?" he lamented.

"It's probably for the best," Taylor affirmed. "It would ruin your chances of doing any nude scenes. Can't hire an actor with a deflated cock."

"You're ridiculous, do you know that?" Joe scoffed, eliciting a giggle from Taylor. "Are you this dirty-minded with everybody or is this side of you just reserved for me?"

"Hmm, I suppose that as my fuck-buddy, it's only fair that you're the sole recipient of my dirty jokes. Besides, nobody else thinks they're funny."

"Are you serious? Your dirty jokes are fucking hilarious! Not as good as mine of course, but they're still peak-comedy," Joe imparted.

"Why thank you."

Taylor smiled softly, cursing Joe for making her feel so secure in herself. She hated that he had this effect on her: that he could strip her of her pedestal and humilities and make her feel like the All-American girl next door. It was hard not to fall in love with him when he was so bloody wonderful.

"So, tell me," Joe remarked, bringing a finger to his lips. "How was the studio today?"

Taylor's ears perked up, elated that Joe was showing an interest in her work. "Amazing," she marveled. "The creative juices are really flowing. I can't stop writing. And as hard as it was, it felt so good to be back in the studio this morning. Jack likes what I have so far, so the future is promising."

Hearing her talk about work made Joe's eyes light up into a new shade of blue. "That's brilliant. I'm really happy for you," he gushed.

Taylor flashed a small smile, suddenly feeling shy again. It was so fucking unfair that he made her feel this way. That he made it damn near impossible for her to hide her feelings. At this point, the only solution that came to her mind was to drink those feelings away.

Taylor reached across the high-top and snatched a sip of Joe's beer, fluttering her eyelashes in the process.

"Hey!" he quipped.

"Please," Taylor heckled, setting the pint glass back on the table. "We've eaten each other out; I think it's okay if we share drinkware."

Joe couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head at her antics. "There you go again!" he teased. "You make a valid point, but why so horny?"