Camryn Quinn is finally getting what she wants...sort of. Moving into a dorm and away from her not so supportive father is a good first step, but like everything with him, it comes with strings. She must attend the college of his choosing for at lea...
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Taylor's smile reaches his eyes, which are on full display given his current state. His green irises flood mine and it's like the action alone forces his body to relax. Like the sight of me, having me near him, was all his muscles needed to let go of their tension. As much as I want to relish in it, I can't until he explains what the hell happened and what is going on with him.
"I take it you don't like it?" he says, running a hand over his head the way mine did seconds ago. I try to form my words carefully, stepping around the subject lightly.
"It's...different." It's all I can manage as I continue to study his face. Without the hair framing it, it's a completely different shape. Longer, not so square. But at the same time, the true structure of his jaw is even more present, sharper. Each slope meets at an even harsher angle at the corners of his cheeks. His cowlick is even more pronounced at the edge of his forehead. I used to think Taylor's look was pure man before, with his dark stubble and thick hair. Without the hair to mask him, it's like he transformed from boy to man.
But it all checks out.
Only Taylor could buzz off his hair and completely alter his looks, somehow modifying himself into an even sexier version of who he is.
I blink to reset my system and take a step away from him. I raise the camera again, but this time to capture him with his hood completely down.
I'm here to take pictures for The Daily Scoop, but this one is solely for me. I pull the camera away from my eye and study the small screen. Taylor is flawless in the picture, of course. Even caught off guard, his face still managed to form the perfect smile, grinning like the damn devil of my nightmares. It creates a new marker on the timeline. The moment I knew without a doubt, Taylor is the hottest man I've ever witnessed.
With a little yelp, I quickly apologize and just hope no drool escaped my mouth.
"So you do like it?" Taylor nudges me with his elbow but my response is drowned out by the roar of the band growing closer.
It's the signal for everyone to take their places. The team forms a semi circle around my dad, and security works to corral everyone else to the bleachers. I should move to the stands too, if only to take pictures from a different angle. I don't want to go alone, and Taylor has to stay down here.
He makes my decision for me, when he steps closer to my side until our arms are pressed together and the skin of his pinky gently brushes mine. I like that he wants me here. It can't be easy to be surrounded by families, knowing yours isn't in the crowd, and won't be tomorrow. But as his finger caresses mine again with more purpose, I don't know who it's benefiting more as I watch my dad and Katie walk down the fifty yard line.
Knowing Taylor, his sudden need to touch me isn't for himself, but because he knows what being here does to me. I hesitantly break our contact to take a few more pictures. If I'm here to prove I've grown, then I need to remain professional for the sake of the newspaper.
