Switching sides

18

Camila

Taylor held onto me for a while that night, letting me get it all out and not saying a thing. Her hand would brush my back and send slight tingles ripping across my skin. My emotions were all over the place, I remember most of the night, and Taylor suggested I take a warm bath and that she would bring up tea. I only made it out of the bath and fell asleep in the robe, stretched across the bed. It was one of the best sleep I've had in a long time.

It's only been a few days and things have improved, I remember the first morning here, it was as rough as the first night.

The birds singing outside the window pulled me further out of my sleep. I wanted to stay in this cozy dream, in this cozy bed.
Wait cozy bed?

Where am I?

Sitting up I can just imagine how I look. I glance down to see I'm in a robe.

Oh

That's what had happened.

I remember last night

I remember what Shawn had done, to me.... To Taylor.

I slide off the bed and make it out into the hallway, not bothering to change. I faintly hear singing down the stairs so I follow the sound.

I carefully make my way downstairs and peek into the kitchen. I see Taylor mixing something in a bowl. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail and she has a matching set of purple pajamas on. 

I almost turn around but venture further into the room. My feet making the floorboard creak gave me away as Taylor glanced back.

"Good Morning " she smiles

"Morning" cause if it was a good morning she wouldn't have that black eye..... she wouldn't have had to protect me from him.

I stand next to the counter as she pours the batter into small tins and sets them in the oven.

"What's on your mind," Taylor asks setting the bowl in the sink.

"Your eye" I mumble glancing down at my feet.

She walks up to me and I want to take a step back, her body close to mine makes my stomach flip.

"Don't be, I would have taken more if needed" she says

"That's the thing though, you shouldn't have had to," I say looking up at her

Her hand makes its way to my hip and she slowly pulls me in closer to her.

"You see Cam, that's the thing, I know I don't have to, but I will," she says

Her breath slightly Fans across my face luring me into a daze. Why does she have this effect on me?

"Taylor" I whisper

"I'd do it again, and again for you" she whispers back.

Her face is so close to me. Part of me wants to kiss her but I'm so confused by my feelings and everything that had happened that I don't know what to think. Maybe I shouldn't think, maybe I should listen to my heart. And my heart wants her.

I feel her other hand on my shoulder, sliding up to my neck and the back towards my head until I feel her pulling me closer.

"Can I kiss you?" she asks

She fucking asked me

Nobody has ever asked me what I wanted.

My stomach is suddenly in my throat and my eyes prick with tears. Before I can stop them they start cascading down my cheeks and Taylor pulls back alarmed.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry" I gasp out wanting her back close to me

"What is it Camz," she says holding me at an arm's distance.

"It's just - nobody's ever asked me that," I say wiping the tears away as they continue to flow.

I hear a huff and she's back in front of me.

"You'll never be treated poorly again, I promise you this," Taylor says with anger in her tone.

I glance up at her to see that she's looking at me

"Yes" is I'll I say

Taylor presses her lips softly to mine. I don't hesitate and wrap my arms around her shoulders. Her hands find my waist and pull me flush to her body. It was never like this with any guy I've been with, nobody has ever made me feel this way, this loved.

The tears threaten to come back and I push my sad emotions to the side.

All I can focus on is Taylor and her lips on mine.

Her fingers caress my exposed skin from where the robe has shifted open. Her thumb rubbing small circles, sending shockwaves across my stomach.

I don't think I can get enough of her. Her lips worked on mine in such a rhythm.

She shifts so now I'm pressed up back onto the counter and her hands find the edge of the counter gripping it until her knuckles turn white.

Then she shifts her mouth- it moves off of mine and peppers open mouth kisses across my cheek and she stops somewhere along my neck and I can feel her teeth scrape. The movement sends a jolt to my core, one that makes me warm.

"Taylor we should take things slow" I whisper

I feel Taylor nod but she doesn't stop, and I don't make her.