Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

on again, off again

Travis' POV

"Fuck you Travis, I wish I'd never met you! We're done!" Kayla shrieked, stalking out of my room and slamming the door shut with a bang. I sighed to myself, not really fazed by her explosive outburst. Her and I broke up ever month or so for a few days or a week, and then we were back together again. That's how it was.

Sometimes I didn't know why I still bothered with her, but we'd been together so long that it was just habit. We'd been on again, off again for almost five years since we were sixteen. Now we were in our final years of college, and we just stuck together because it was all we knew.

Taking out my phone, I scrolled down through my messages until I hit the one I was looking for. Taylor. We'd been friends since we were about eight, and we'd started fooling around three years ago when Kayla and I had broken up once and I'd thought it was for good. I'd turned to Taylor for comfort, and ended up in her bed. But then Kayla had turned up at my door sobbing, begging for forgiveness, and I'd taken her back. Now, Taylor was just the person I called every time Kayla and I broke up for a few days.

Me: Free tonight bunny?

I'd always called her bunny, on account of the little stuffed bunny she'd dragged around as a kid and still slept with to this day. People never really thought that Taylor was anything but the sweet, innocent girl that she looked and acted like, but I knew the real her. The wild, passionate, and slightly freaky Taylor once you got to know her, once you got into the bedroom. That was the reason I always went straight to her every time I was single again. Kayla never knew; she already hated Taylor for how close I was to her and I knew she'd hit the roof if she found out we hooked up.

Taylor: You two off again?

Me: Yeah

Taylor: I'll be round at eight, you know the wine I like

I chuckled and liked her message before putting my phone down and turning back to what I'd been doing on my computer. I wasn't a straight A student, but I tried to put in enough effort to do alright and I had an assignment due soon.

At seven-thirty, I left the flat and went down to the store to get a bottle of the red wine Taylor loved. When I got back, I grabbed two glasses and filled them, setting them both on the coffee table with the bottle and sitting down on the couch. Taylor knew she could let herself in, and I hadn't locked the door, and she did. Ten minutes later, the door opened and the blonde walked in. She was wearing a light blue sundress halfway down her tanned thighs, her hair loose and wavy like a golden curtain.

"Hey bunny." I murmured. 

"You two didn't last long since the last time" Taylor commented, grabbing the glass of wine I'd set out for her and climbing into my lap, straddling me. 

"She threw a fit because I wasn't spending enough time with her even though I swear I was." I sighed as we both took a sip from our glasses.

"Hmm, well you've certainly for enough time for me." Taylor commented, and I chuckled.

We went through the bottle of wine pretty quickly between the two of us, and once Taylor put her empty glass down, I moved forwards and slipped my hands around her waist. She sighed as I kissed her, claiming her mouth with mine passionately. God, I really enjoyed being with Taylor. She seemed like such an innocent angel to everyone else, but the girl I'd known for well over a decade was my little slut when I asked her to be. 

I didn't know why she always came when I asked, but I wasn't complaining. Taylor hadn't had a single boyfriend in the three years we'd been hooking up, and she'd never shown any interest in anyone. Maybe I was just a good lay for her, but I guess that's what she was to me so I didn't complain. Whatever reason she was here, she was here.