Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

16 (Travis Version)

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When I woke up, I was a little surprised to see a blonde head tucked against my shoulder, Taylor's body tangled with mine. Blinking myself out of sleep, I looked down at how she was cuddled against me like my arms were the safest place in the world, and a strange kind of warmth fluttered at my heart.

Taylor was fast asleep, breathing heaving against my neck, her arms tucked up under her chin. I just watched her in awe, wondering how she'd ended up so close. I didn't remember, but however it had happened, I was grateful for it. The flowery smell of her hair was even more all over me than before, taking up everything I could sense.

Then a beeping started up from where her phone rested and I almost groaned, annoyed that my time with her was up. Taylor shifted, sighed, and then opened her eyes, blinking sleepily. She focused and looked up, eyes widening at the sight of me so close. Her cheeks went red.

"Hi." Taylor breathed.

"Morning Swiftie." I murmured. "Have fun?"

"Oh shut up." She laughed and rolled her eyes, extracting herself from my arms and moving over to stop the alarm on her phone. I watched as she rubbed her eyes, yawning adorably as she blinked a few times to wake herself up.

I found myself staring, just looking at her, like I didn't want to tear my eyes away, because why would I? Taylor stretched out her arms and then got up, turning around to take something out of her bag. As she moved, picked something out and straightened up, her shirt flattened against her chest, nipples peeking through, hard from the cold. I tried to look away, I really did, but I was only a guy falling in love with his colleague and I couldn't help my eyes from lingering. She was so damn beautiful it killed me that I couldn't reach out and pull her back into my arms, kiss those lips that stretched into a yawn.

"One of us should probably go make sure the kids are getting up." Taylor mumbled, glancing up at me.

"Right." I cleared my throat. "I'll go, I know how long you girls take in the bathroom in the morning."

"Yeah, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" She narrowed her eyes at me playfully. "You're sure used to girls spending lots of time in your bathroom scrubbing the trace of you off their bodies for as long as possible."

I stopped and stared at her, too shocked that something like that had come out of her mouth to be mad about it. Taylor winked – she fucking winked – before grabbing her clothes and walking past me into the bathroom. I watched her go, smiling to myself. Fuck, this woman had hooked me in so easily and I was pretty sure she was just playing with me at this point. But right now, I didn't care.

Getting dressed, I went and made sure all the kids were awake, and was quickly swept up in the morning hustle of getting them to the dining hall and then out to meet their instructors. It was a really nice day, with bright blue skies and sparkling snow that hadn't yet been touched. Taylor caught up just as the instructors started going through the basics with our group, her cheeks flushed as she tugged her beanie lower over her head.

Soon enough, the instructors gave us the all clear that they had the kids and were heading out, so Taylor and I were off the hook until lunchtime. We watched as they all crowded onto the lift, shuffling their skis over the crunchy snow before vanishing up the hill. I glanced at Taylor, noticing her shoulders were shivering slightly.

"How about we go and get some coffee?" I murmured, and her blue eyes flashed over to meet mine.

"Umm." She swallowed. "I mean, I'm not a coffee person."