Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

14 (Travis Version)

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I thought about my interaction in the shower with Taylor Swift every single damn day after it happened. She'd been so close, so bare, covered in soap and water and fuck it had taken all of my willpower not to grab her by the throat and shove her up against the wall, slip my hand between her legs and find out if she was as wet as I had been hard. But I hadn't, because I knew she didn't want me like that. Either way, she'd seen the hard on I'd had for her and decided to tease me for it. Goddamn woman.

Since the shower, I'd tried a little harder to run into Taylor as often as I could without making it too obvious. Things had changed between us; of course they had. How could they not change after what had happened?

"Okay, come on!" I called to the students. "Bus is leaving in five minutes with or without you!"

I'd made it onto the ski trip, and luckily for me, so had Miss Swift. And god, it was a sight for sore eyes. She was standing at the other end of the bus, arms wrapped around herself against the cold, blonde hair escaping out of the bottom of her beanie. It even had a little pom-pom on top, and I wished I could enclose her in my arms and warm her up. She looked so cold bouncing up and down in her little boots, cheeks flushed.

"Kay, that's everyone." She told me, coming over a minute later. "Other two are already on the bus, they'll cover the front and me and you can sit at the back and make sure no one's drinking or anything." She referenced the other two teachers – Mrs Hudson and Mr Wright – that had come along with us.

"You underestimate the students Miss Swift; I think they'll manage it anyway." I murmured, extending a hand towards the bus as if to say 'ladies first'. Taylor rolled her eyes, quickly moving up into the warmth of bus. I gave the bus driver the all clear, and he nodded, closing the door as Taylor and I made our way to the back.

We sat down, Taylor by the window as the bus pulled out of the school carpark. She huffed, pulling the beanie off her head and stuffing it into the little backpack she'd brought. I watched as she ran her hands through her hair, slightly wavy from the little droplets of snow that had curled the ends.

The kids were rowdy but not too bad as we started the just over an hour drive up to the resort. I sat back, keeping an eye on them as Taylor glanced out the window. After about ten minutes, she shifted next to me, leaning forwards to shrug out of her coat. Folding it up, she tucked it by her feet and sat back with a sigh, adjusting her shirt. I glanced over to see a tight, scooped shirt covering her body, heat rushing through me at the curve of her chest peeking out. Jesus Christ Travis, stop staring at her chest, she's just hot and trying to take a layer off.

"Do you ski?" Taylor asked, looking up at me and flushing when she caught me staring.

"A little." I shrugged. "I'm not completely useless but I'll be spending more time off the slopes then on them. You?"

"I'm alright." Taylor folded her arms, doing wonders for how her chest looked. I had to force myself not to look down. "I think I'll do like an hour on the first day and then go sit by a fire and read until I have to do something." I nodded, trying to seem casual, and let my gaze drift over to check up on the kids like I wasn't that interested in the conversation when all I wanted to do was turn to her and lose myself in her eyes. "I'm sorry." Taylor blurted out after a moment.

"What for?" I frowned, turning back to her.

"For..." She blushed. "That afternoon, after the game. I think we took it a little too far and it was just a mistake you know. I don't know what came over me."