addicted. (a tayvis short story)

c h a p t e r . t w e l v e

Taylor walked into the apartment with Ian asleep in her arms. As usual, she dropped her purse in the recliner. She noticed the television was on and shook her head. Travis would often leave the television on when he left. She walked straight into her and Ian's room and laid him down. She closed the door not exactly knowing what time Travis was due home. She took off her sweater carefully, not sure if Ian's juice stain was completely dry. She slipped on a t-shirt since it was so warm in the apartment. She felt her back pocket in search of her cell phone. She needed to call Liz to confirm their plans for the night. "It's in my purse," she said aloud before heading for the door. She made her way out of the room, down the hall, and into the living room.

"OH MY GOSH, TRAVIS!" She squealed at the sight of Travis naked. He was standing there watching the television, rubbing his towel through his hair as tiny beads of water rolled down his body. She couldn't stop her eyes from touring his body. His body was still familiar, everything she remembered, but more defined.

"Hey, when did you get here?" Travis asked nonchalantly, still drying his hair, not bothering to cover up his naked body.

"A few minutes ago. I guess you were in the bathroom," Taylor answered, tripping over her words. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to feel all over him. 

"Okay, where's Ian?" He asked, still unphased. 

"Asleep."

"So, are you still having mommy's night out tonight?" he asked, brushing the towel over her torso to dry the excess water.

"Um, yeah...I was coming to get my phone," she told him, glancing at her purse.

"Want me to get that for you?"

"No, I can't get it myself, but can you cover up?"

"Oh," he said, bringing the towel back to his hair. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" Taylor nodded. "Okay, I just want to dry my hair a bit more." he wore a smirk on his fae, knowing that he was getting to her. He noted her eyes continuously looking him up and down. She wanted him, and he knew he was getting closer and closer to having her back as his own. As his everything once again.

"Then get another towel," she retorted, feeling he was now not covering himself purposely. Travis chuckled a bit as he flared out the towel.

"I didn't know you were so bothered with your eyes enjoying themselves and all," Travis stated, wrapping the towel around his waist. Taylor turned her head, trying to hide her blushing. Travis smirked, and he began walking toward her. He brushed her lightly as he made his way past her, letting out a small chuckle. Taylor rolled her eyes before letting out a small sigh. She walked over to her purse, which was sitting in the recliner. She rummaged through her purse with shaking hands.

"Calm down, T," she coached herself as she took a moment, then calmly went into her purse, this time successfully finding her phone. She called Liz and confirmed their plans for the night. Once she was done, she let her phone fall out of her hand and into her purse.

She walked into the room she shared with her son and tried to get dressed as best she could without waking him. She changed her shirt, then kicked off her sneakers before putting on a pair of heels. She touched up her curls and makeup once she was dressed. Her stomach rumbled a bit. "I know, I know," she said, looking down at her tummy. She put her curler away before heading into the kitchen. On her way to the kitchen, she noticed Travis on the couch in a pair of basketball shorts. She could smell his favorite cologne, which brought back memories, causing her to smile. She opened the refrigerator, and Travis watched her as she picked at the cold leftover pizza.