We got to his house and he took my bags to his room. I followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom. When he puts the bags on his bed, I wrap my arms around his waist and he hums the turns around, wrapping his arms around me.
"Do you want to eat dinner, love?" He whispers.
"I'm full from my snack on the plane."
"You sure? You didn't eat a lot." He says before kissing my lips.
"Yeah, no. I'm good."
"Come on, T." He kisses me, "let me take you out or make you something."
"Fine. Make me something." I say.
He grins.
"Can we go out tomorrow. I wanna see it."
"Of course honey."
He takes me down stairs and makes me a very simple dinner of Mac n Cheese and Dino nuggets. We watch a movie while we eat. We make out like horny teens on the couch. Then we have sex. Then I make us cookies and we watch another movie before heading up to bed.
I fall asleep in his big arms feeling safer than I ever have.
-
"No, I'm a little busy Pat." He says quietly.
"Come on Kelce. Come have fun."
"I'd love to, any other night. Except tomorrow." I blink my eyes as I open them. I'm lying on his stomach and he's holding the phone like he's on face time.
"Why are you whispering Bro?"
I look up at him and he's already looking at me.
"YO! TRAV IS WITH A GIRL." He says and I laugh quietly.
"NO FUCKING WAY." A guy screams in the background.
I nod at him so that he knows he can tell Pat. He kisses my forehead.
"WHO IS IT?"
"Her name is Taylor."
"You're fucking lying, dawg. Ain't no way your ugly ass pulled Taylor God Damn Swift. She wouldn't even let your bitchass in to talk to her." Patrick says and I laugh into Travis' chest.
"Can I?" Travis asks me, pointing his head to the camera. I nod. He shows my face on the screen and Patrick's jaw dropped.
"H-Hi."
"Hi Patrick."
He starts laughing, "Holy fucking Shit. YOURE FUCKING TAYLOR SWIFT."
I laugh again, loud this time.
"We're not just fucking. I think she actually likes me."
"Ain't no way. It's just because your dick is big, Ain't that right."
"Eh- I like him okay." I say and grin at Travis.
"Holy Shit. Yall both come party. It's lit as fuck. There's weed somewhere. Come on."
"Nah bruh. Are you going again tomorrow night?"
"Yeah."
"We might pull up tomorrow."
"Let's fucking go."
"Bye Pat."
"Bye Trav. Bye Taylor."
"Bye Patrick."
He hangs up the phone.
"He's wasted."
