His Girl (A Taylor Caniff FanFic)

Chapter 27

Six Months Later:

"Tay," I poked his shoulder, his skin warm against my cold fingers. "Hey, pretty boy wake up!" I ran my hand through his hair. "I got Frosted Flakes!" Taylor's eyes shot open I giggled.

"Morning." His voice was rough, yet surprisingly smooth. He sat up and cupped my cheek. He pulled me to him, his lips puckering slightly. I rolled my lips onto my mouth and moved away from him.

"Brook, just let me get some."

I scoffed. "Horny this early in the morning?"

"I'm horny whenever I'm near you." He leaned in to kiss me but I slid off the hotel bed.

"Brooklyn come on, I don't fucking care about morning breath."

"Well, I do." I grabbed the box of Captain Crunch and pulled a bowl from the sink.

Taylor flung the covers off of him and walked toward me. He slid his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck. "Please, B. I'll love you forever."

I rolled my eyes. "You'll love me forever even if I don't kiss you."

Taylor shrugged, his heart beating erratically against my back. "Maybe, maybe not."

I shrugged also, moving to sit on the counter. His arms slid off my waist and he stood in from of me. He rested his arms on the cabinets above my head and he stepped in between my legs. "I'll take that chance." I shoveled a spoonful of Captain Crunch into my mouth. Taylor watched me eat, his eyes trailing the spoon whenever I shoved it into my mouth.

Once I finished, I threw my bowl in the sink and wrapped my arms around his neck. My legs automatically slid around his waist. "I'm gonna take a shower," my finger trailed his sharp jawline. I slid my finger down to his collar and I pulled it down slightly. "And then, I'll kiss you." Taylor grinned and I slid off the counter and moved around him to get to the bathroom.

"Promise?"

"I swear on my whole stash of KitKats." He grinned and hopped onto the bed. He flipped on the television, changing the channel to the Bieber Roast.

I slipped into the shower, it's warm water fogging up the mirror. I leaned against the wall and grinned. It's been a year and he's still got you grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I sighed, lathering my hair with shampoo and stepping back under the water.

Twenty minutes later, I was squeaky clean. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a bright white towel around my sides. I pulled my yoga pants and a gray cropped sweatshirt on. I plugged in my blow dryer and began blow drying my hair.

I stepped out of the bathroom, my feet making marks on the rug. Taylor turned to me when I stepped out, taking in my freshly blow dried hair and pajamas. I hopped onto the bed next to him and ignore his stares. He pulled me into his lap, straightening his legs. "You owe me a kiss." He whispered into my warm hair. I giggled and turned around so I was straddling him.

"Do I? I must've forgotten." I tapped the side of my head.

"You know, many people would pay to kiss me." Taylor stated.

"Eh. They're not missing anything major." I stared him down and dared him to challenge me. He trailed his fingers up and down my arm, making me shiver. His hand moved up to cup the back of my head, pushing my hair away from my neck.

"I'll show you what they're missing." He whispered huskily. His lips were slanting over mine, my fingers pulling at his hair as he slammed me down onto the bed. A groan gurgled up at the back of my throat and my confidence spiked. I moved to kiss his jaw, the base of his throat, underneath his ear . . . anywhere I could taste him.