What I Want

Chapter Seventeen

Karlie's P.O.V

It's been four days since Taylor turned twenty five and in those four days I have been run off my feet, first with making up for the twelfth when I cancelled everything to be with Taylor and then doing my usual stuff on top of that. Photoshoots, Kookie meetings and management meetings to discuss life after Victoria's Secret, all of which excited me but there aren't enough hours in the day to get stuff done so I'm having to do photoshoots at 10.00pm at night and coming home at 1.00am, falling asleep next to an already sleeping Taylor and getting up at 6.30am to hit the gym and repeat the day before. That's why it came as no great shock to have Zoe hand me her phone saying it was important. "This is Karlie." I spoke into the phone."Hello Karlie, is that your name. Funny. That's my fiancés name but I don't really know because I haven't seen her in four days." I sigh, realising its Taylor being pouty. "I know babe, but I'll be home in three hours." I hear her sigh and speak to a cat, "Babe I'm here leave the cats." She laughs."The cats are my only company. Show respect Kloss, come home soon though. I love you." I smile and repeat it back. "Love you too baby." Hanging up the phone I hand it to Zoe, "Thanks Zoe." She smiles and I get back to work. Three hours later I manage to walk through the door but collapse onto the couch, Taylor bustles in and takes one look at me before leaving again. I sigh. 'Great now she's gone again.' Just as I'm nearly asleep I feel a weight either side of my body. "Taylor, not now." I hear her sigh."I know you're sore. Let me help." I move my head so I can look at her and all I see is honesty on her face, not that she would lie. "Okay." I stutter out. She helps me lift my shirt and I wince. Lying back down again she undoes my bra but leaves it in place. A few seconds later her hands move across my back, her hands are slick with some type of lotion and it takes me a minute to remember the smell of jasmine but then I realise it's the ache aid we have in the bathroom cabinet for aches and pains. Usually muscle pains. "Feeling better Karlie." She questions as she locates all of the tight muscles and knots that have made their way there in the last four days. "Much better," I state as she finishes off and re-hooks my bra together again. Not that I can be bothered actually putting my shirt back on. "Come eat Karlie," she states and I groan but slowly get up all the same. She walks ahead of me back to the kitchen where she has made vegetable stir-fry and cooked chicken separate for hers I lean over and kiss her. "Thanks Taylor, just what I need." She only smiles and mixes in her chicken and we start to eat at the island in the kitchen. Everything feels perfect except for the large elephant in the room. I'm leaving for London tomorrow. Five days without her beautiful face because she has work meetings scattered throughout the five days it makes me sad but it's life and we are both used to it now. I do the dishes for Taylor before walking off to locate her in the apartment. I find her packing my suitcase and I stand and observe her folding and packing. I don't interrupt her because she likes to do this, claims it helps her cope. I don't really mind. Usually I'll find a hoodie of hers packed inside and I wear it all the time when I'm in the hotel. Tonight I memorize her face, every line, every freckle and the sparkle in her eyes.

Much later I shower while she removes her make-up and brushes her teeth, then we switch and afterwards we get dressed into pyjama pants and tank-tops. We are past the point where we need to have sex all the time because many of our memories are made while we snuggle together telling childhood stories. Of course mine are always better than Taylor's but her glue gun scar story beats all my stories by a landslide. It's a big scar too, not small. We both get settled in bed and then I set the alarm for 3.45am because I have to be at the airport by 6.00am to be in Paris by 2.30pm our time. Things will be busy but Taylor knows that she can call Zoe at any time and I'll get the message. I'm not worried about us being apart but I'm also not looking forward to it either but I can't afford to worry and get down so for now I lie down and Taylor rests her head on my chest right next to my heart and easily falls asleep and even though I'm fighting sleep it comes easily.