Our Invisible String (Complete Version)

31 (Travis Version)

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I didn't think I'd ever been in such a fucked up situation. I was wearing nothing but my boxers, not even properly, buried deep inside my girlfriend hiding behind the door as I stared at one of our students who apparently worked for Uber. Luckily I'd hidden it enough that hopefully they wouldn't be able to tell what was going on, but fuck this was going to spark rumours like nothing else.

"No." I technically wasn't, and I tried hard to act like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

"Right." The student coughed. "Well, here." They passed over the pizza and I nodded, both of us standing there awkwardly. "Okay, have a good winter break coach." They blurted out a second later before turning and fleeing.

I quickly shut the door, and Taylor straightened up, turning around to look at me. We stared at each other for a long moment, and then we burst out laughing, unable to stop ourselves. Taylor sagged against my shoulder, giggling, her cheeks a delicious shade of bright red. I shook my head as I put an arm around her back, in disbelief that something like that had actually happened to us. Of course it had.

"Well." Taylor eventually stopped giggling. "We'll be the centre of the rumours when we go back."

"You think so?" I asked sarcastically, and she smiled as she wrinkled her nose at me. "Oh well." I sighed. "At least I hid you first."

Taylor rolled her eyes at me, kissing my shoulder as we walked away from the door. She curled up on my lap as we ate, feeding each other just like those cheesy couples in shitty rom-com movies. I never thought I'd be one of those guys who doted so much on his girlfriend that it was sickening to watch, but Taylor had changed so much about my life and that's exactly how I wanted to treat her. Like a princess.

Once we'd finished eating, I put the pizza box in the bin and then picked Taylor up bridal style. She giggled happily, securing her arms around my neck as I carried her down to the bedroom that was now just for her. The lavender bedsheets were just begging to be finally christened as I kicked the door closed, placing Taylor down with her head on the pillows. She pulled me on top of her immediately, a vice like grip keeping me in place.

"About time we christened it huh?" Taylor whispered. "Think you can put a baby in me this time?"

"Princess I'll fuck you as many times as it takes." I murmured, her words only turning me on even more. God I wished for a baby with her. It was insane how quickly I'd fallen for her, but it felt so right that I didn't care we'd been dating less than a month, that we were still young. This was what I wanted.

Falling for Taylor had never been a choice. Even in high school. Falling for her had been standing on the edge of a cliff, and then tipping over the edge. Once I'd leaned far enough for gravity to pull me off the edge, I hadn't had a choice in how far I fell. I'd continue falling for the rest of my life, and I was okay with that. Taylor would always be falling with me. I'd never believed in true love, knowing that you'd be with someone forever, but I did now all because of the beautiful blonde clutching my body close like she needed me as much as I needed her.

"So did you hear about the class reunion?" Taylor murmured as we lay tangled in her sheets a while later, curled up together, talking.

"Yeah, I saw." I nodded. Our high school class was having a get together reunion in eight weeks at the school gym, kind of like the one we'd had after we graduated and before we'd all gone off into life. I'd got the invitation.