You and Taylor were going dress shopping for you because your brother was getting married. Once you picked out a few cute dresses to try on, you and Taylor headed to the dressing rooms. Taylor watched as you took off your shirt. She tried not to stare. "You good Tay?" you chuckled.
"Y-yeah" she stuttered. You smiled and zipped up the dress. "What do you think?" you turned around and asked her.
"Do a spin" she smiled. You turned around showing your dress off. "Damn baby" she fake whistled.
"You're making me blush Taylor!" you covered your red face in embarrassment. You looked in the mirror to see how the dress looked. It was perfect. "Ugh help me. I can't get this dress off" you struggled to get out of the purple dress. While Taylor was unzipping your dress, she was thinking of something else. When she finally got it off, she began to kiss you.
"Taylor there's people here!" you said in between kisses.
"I don't care! I need you" she smashed her lips onto yours. She kept kissing you, pinning you against the wall. "That dress just looked so good on you" she breathed out, "but it looks better off"
You chuckled and set your arms on the back of her neck while she grabbed your hips. Her hands roamed to your chest as she started leaving hickies on you. "Let's hope there's other rooms open" you chuckled as you took a breath of air. She picked you up and sat down on the bench with you straddling her waist. Her hands tangled in your hair as she kissed you passionately. "Let's finish this at home" she winked as you slowly pulled away. You put your clothes back on and fixed up your makeup, as her red lipstick was all over your face. You both giggled as you walked out of the dressing room like nothing had happened.
