I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Colorado II

"Let's do this again sometime," Taylor says, brushing a bit of her blonde hair back behind her ear as she stands up.

You nod, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

It's only been a few weeks since you met Taylor at the bar, and yet you feel like you've known her your whole life, like she's been this missing piece you didn't realise was missing.

As she turns to leave, she pauses and looks back at you, her pretty blue eyes sparkling just as much as her smile. "Don't be a stranger," she says.

You chuckle, finding yourself with a grin playing on your lips as well. "I won't."

"I think that I love you."

You turn to Taylor at the sudden admission.

The blonde came over to yours a few hours ago, and you've been hanging out and just talking for a while. But now it's three AM, and your cheeks are flushed from the amount of alcohol you've both consumed. All the walls between you two seem to have fallen.

Her confession hangs in the air, delicate and raw, as if she herself is unsure of its weight.

"Taylor," you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I . . . I think I love you too."

For a moment, the world stands still. The night is quiet outside, the only sound being the faint hum of the city beyond your window. You see the relief in her eyes, the way her shoulders relax as though a burden has been lifted.

She moves closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. "This feels so right," she murmurs, her gaze locked onto yours. "Being here with you, it feels like everything's finally falling into place."

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Yeah, it does."

Taylor leans in, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that's both tender and electrifying. It's as if all the emotions, the unspoken words, and the moments you've shared come together in that single kiss.

When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against hers, both of you breathing heavily. "Stay the night?" you ask, your voice filled with hope.

"Of course," she replies, her smile radiating warmth.

You lead her to your bedroom, and as you lie down together, you can't help but wrap your arms around her, drawing her close. The rhythm of her breathing becomes a soothing lullaby, and the warmth of her body next to yours is a comfort you hadn't realized you'd been missing.

As you lay there, you can feel the future stretching out before you, filled with possibility. The fear and uncertainty that once haunted you seem to fade away in Taylor's presence. You drift off to sleep with a sense of peace, the kind that only comes from knowing you're exactly where you belong.

In the morning, you wake up to find her still wrapped in your embrace, her face serene and content. You brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and she stirs, her eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning," she says softly, her voice still thick with sleep.

"Good morning," you reply, smiling down at her.

She shifts slightly, snuggling closer. "I could get used to this," she whispers.

You chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Me too."

The two of you spend the morning lazily tangled together, sharing whispers and stolen kisses.