Taylor's Gossip Girl Diaries 2

Chapter 13: Make Me Yours

As Taylor stepped into Liam's apartment, she couldn't help but be greeted by the warmth of his smile. Despite the tension and uncertainty that had plagued their interactions in recent days, there was a sense of familiarity and comfort in being welcomed into his space.

"Hey, Taylor," Liam greeted her, his voice tinged with excitement as he gestured for her to come inside. "I'm glad you could make it."

Taylor returned his smile with one of her own, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she took in the cozy atmosphere of the apartment. The scent of freshly popped popcorn filled the air, and she noticed Gigi bustling about in the kitchen, preparing snacks for their movie night.

"Hey, Liam," Taylor replied, her voice soft yet filled with warmth. "Thanks for inviting me over. This is exactly what I needed."

Liam's smile widened at her words, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "I'm just glad you're here," he admitted, his tone earnest and sincere.

As Taylor settled onto the plush couch, Liam joined her, their shoulders brushing against each other in a comfortable intimacy. Gigi soon joined them, a bowl of popcorn in hand, her bright smile mirroring her brother's as she settled in beside them.

"Movie night, huh?" Taylor remarked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she reached for a handful of popcorn. "What's on the agenda?"

Liam grinned mischievously, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought we could start with something classic," he suggested, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "How about 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'?"

Taylor's eyes lit up at the suggestion, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of sharing such an iconic film with Liam. "I love that movie," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "It's a perfect choice."

As they were engrossed in watching the movie, Gigi suddenly stood up and announced, "I need some water." As she made her way to the kitchen, the sound of the door closing caught Liam's attention. He turned to Taylor, a knowing smile spreading across his face.

"She left, didn't she? She planned this," Liam remarked, amusement evident in his voice.

Taylor couldn't help but laugh at the realization. "Looks like it," she replied, shaking her head in amusement. "Looks like we've been left to our own devices."

With a playful glint in his eyes, Liam shifted closer to Taylor on the couch. "Well then, I guess it's just you and me," he said, his tone teasing yet filled with warmth.

Taylor met his gaze, her heart fluttering at the proximity between them. "Looks like it," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Taylor prepared to leave, Liam walked her to the door, their eyes locked in a silent exchange filled with unspoken desires. Just as Taylor was about to bid him goodbye, she felt an overwhelming urge to seize the moment.

With a sudden boldness, she pulled Liam towards her, crashing her lips against his in a fiery kiss that ignited a spark between them. Liam responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her as he lifted her effortlessly into his embrace.

Their passion consumed them, the heat of their bodies mingling as they succumbed to their forbidden desires. Taylor moaned softly against Liam's lips, her hands tangling in his hair as she lost herself in the intensity of their connection.

Liam's touch sent shivers down her spine, his hands exploring every inch of her body with a hunger that mirrored her own. As they moved together in a frenzied dance of desire, their breaths mingling in the air, Taylor knew that there was no turning back.

"Taylor," Liam whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with need as he trailed kisses along her jawline. "I've wanted this for so long."

Taylor gasped at his words, her own desire burning fiercely within her. "I need you, Liam," she confessed, her voice thick with longing. "I need you now."

"I want you, Taylor," Liam growled, his voice low and husky as he trailed kisses down her neck. "I want to feel you, all of you."

Taylor's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling with anticipation. "Take me, Liam," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me yours."

And as they gave in to their desires, their cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with the sound of their hearts beating as one. In that moment, they were lost to the world, consumed by the fiery passion of their forbidden love.

In her dorm room, Selena sat at her vanity, her focus intent on perfecting her makeup. The soft glow of the dim light highlighted her features as she meticulously applied her eyeliner, her movements precise and deliberate.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted her concentration, and Selena sighed, momentarily annoyed at the interruption. "Come in," she called out, her tone clipped.

To her surprise, Lucas stepped into the room, his expression contrite as he approached her with a hesitant smile. "Hey, Selena," he greeted her, his voice tentative yet sincere. "I... I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Selena paused, her hand freezing mid-air as she regarded him with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. Slowly, she turned to face him, her gaze guarded yet curious. "Apology accepted," she replied evenly, her tone softened slightly. "But let's not dwell on the past."

Lucas nodded, relief evident in his eyes as he stepped closer to her. "Thank you, Selena," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I really appreciate it."

Selena couldn't help but soften at the sincerity in his voice, her defenses melting away as she met his gaze. "Just don't make a habit of it," she teased lightly, a playful glint in her eye.

Lucas chuckled, his smile widening as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "I won't," he promised, his touch sending a shiver down Selena's spine.

As they were in the midst of their conversation, Ian barged into the room, his presence commanding attention. Selena's eyes widened in surprise at his sudden appearance, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Lucas, sensing the tension in the air, excused himself, leaving Selena alone with her boyfriend. As soon as the door closed behind him, Selena wasted no time in making her move.

With a swift motion, she grabbed Ian by the collar of his shirt and pushed him roughly against the bed, a fiery glint in her eyes. Ian grinned in response, his hands moving to pull her closer as their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

Their bodies tangled together in a frenzy of desire, hands roaming freely as they shed their clothes with reckless abandon. Selena gasped as Ian's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, her nails digging into his skin as she surrendered herself to the heat of their passion.

"Fucking hell, Selena," Ian groaned, his voice husky with desire as he trailed kisses along her neck. "You're so fucking hot."

Selena moaned in response, her hands roaming over Ian's sculpted body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. "I need you, Ian," she whispered hoarsely, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you to fuck me like you mean it."

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the electrifying connection they shared, a primal need driving them to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. And as they collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs, spent and sated, Selena knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, unyielding and unstoppable.

And as the night faded into dawn, one thing was certain: on the Upper East Side, the drama never slept.

Xoxo gossip girl