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Taylor's pov

"Hey brother could you do me a favor?" Colby put the phone on speakerphone, holding it out in front of him as he pulled onto the street of the Traphouse.

"Sure, what's up?" Corey asked over the phone.

"Can you get the front door for me? I'm about to pull in," He explained.

"Anything for you, Colby," and with that, Corey hung up.

"Okay," Colby said, looking over at me as he pulled into the parking spot next to Corey's car. "The cameras can probably see you, so you have to act asleep until we get into my room,"

I slouched over to the side, leaning on the car door.  I didn't close my eyes until he shut off the car and was about to open my door from the outside.

He leaned over me, unstrapping my belt and picking me up bridal style as if it was no issue.  Colby shut the car door with his foot before walking to the door.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I rested one on the part of Colby's chest that was closest to me and left the other laying on my stomach. 

I heard the door slide open followed by the annoying ass voice saying it did so.  "Oh, is she out?" Corey asked, and I instantly felt the temperature change as Colby brought me into the house.

"Yeah, her head was hurting in the car and she crashed," He said, and I could feel myself shift more with his movements as he walked up the stairs. 

"Is Taylor alright?" Corey's voice was interrupted by the door alarm announcing that the front door was closed.

"If she wakes up I'll see if she wants ibuprofen.  Goodnight brother," Colby said, adjusting me as he opened the door.

"If you need me don't call me," Corey said as the door opened again.

As soon as Colby shut the door, I held out my hand expectantly, "I'll take my Oscar now, please," I spoke quietly just in case Corey or whoever came in heard me, but I don't think it was too much of an issue.

He chuckled, setting me down on the ground, and taking off his shirt.  I walked to his closet, doing my best in the dark, taking off my shoes as I went.  Once I was inside, I opened all his drawers until I found his sweatpants drawer, pulling out a pair with X's down the side and slipping them on.

I walked back in as I rolled them up, and I looked up to see Colby laying on his bed on under his blankets, holding his phone above his face.

Strange enough, the first time he noticed I was in the room he set his phone down off to the side, making grabby hands for me.  But before I could question the gesture, I was climbing onto the bed with him, resting my head and one of my hands on his chest.  

"I still think you're beautiful, but there's something I have to tell you," He spoke quietly, but his voice sounded louder when there was nothing for me to see.

I hummed, waiting for him to respond, "That kiss in the parking lot wasn't a real kiss,"

My eyebrows furrowed and I placed my chin on his chest, trying to figure out what point he was trying to make. "It felt pretty real.  Your lips were on mine," I said, patting my mouth as I spoke.

"That's not what I meant.  Can I show you what I mean?" I could barely make out Colby's face in the dark, but I knew where it was.

"Yeah," My voice came out in a whisper, and I could hardly get my word out before he pulled my face to his, resting his hands on my hips.

He was right, compared to the kiss in the parking lot it was a lot more heartfelt.  Feeling ballsy and not breaking contact, I grabbed his face, and straddled him.