Perfect Storm

Part 7

~One week later~

Taylor stood nervously outside the large wooden door clutching her things against her chest. Tonight was the night she was being made to move into Travis's room and she didn't know how she felt about it. On one hand she really did enjoy Travis's company and found his presence comforting. But on the other hand, they were still friends who were practically strangers and besides the papers saying they were legally married and the ring on her finger she wouldn't say they were anything more than that.

"Mrs. Kelce the door isn't going to knock itself." Emma commented as she walked by, a small stack of towels in her hands.

"Yes, thank for that Emma." Taylor sighed raising her hand to the door. She held her breath knocking on the door twice before letting her arm fall back at her side.

There was a moment of silence before the door swung open. "There you are birdie; don't you look pretty." He smirked.

Taylor ducked her head blushing feeling Travis pull her into the room and shut the door behind her. Lifting her head back up she was taken aback at the size of the room. It was nearly double the size of the room she had been staying in the past week. Mostly everything was black or gray, she had to try hard to find a pop of color that wasn't a white. The bed was a king bed that looked like she would drown in as soon as she sat on it. The room was tidy, not a single thing looked to be out of place which she appreciated. She had never liked a messy room a sentiment none of her past partners have shared, always leaving their clothes and dishes strewn across the room for Taylor to pick up.

"The closet is through the bathroom, which is through that door. Your things have been moved in here already. " He pointed to a door which was cracked open just slightly.

Taylor nodded, her eyes skimming the room before landing back on the bed. "Which side of the bed do I sleep on?"

Travis froze, his eyes jumping from the bed to Taylor. "The side furthest from the door."

"Ok."

"I'm going to shower go ahead and look around, unless you want to join me." He smirked.

Taylor face burned as she began trying unsuccessfully to push Travis into the bathroom. Travis just chuckled picking her up by her hips and tossed her onto the bed making her squeak. "Stop picking me up I'm not a toy." She huffed.

"Sure, thing doll, do whatever you'd like only thing off limit is my nightstand."

Travis left Taylor alone in the big room, the only sound being the faint noise of the shower. She spent a few minutes familiarizing herself with the lay out of the room. She eventually got bored and settled into her spot on the bed opening her book to the page she was on. She let herself get lost in the pages not even hearing when the water of the shower was turned off. Her attention was caught when the door opened, her face immediately heating up.

Travis had a towel wrapped around his waist; droplets of water still sprinkled over his body. He had snake tattoos wrapped around his arms, torso and collar bone. Different types of scars littered his body some of them even looking new. His body was fit, something she had known for some time but now she could fully take in just how well he maintained his body. His six pack was distinct, the v of his torso disappearing into his towel. His biceps nearly the size of her head with large veins running down his arm. His whole body was covered in a thick blanket of hair, a stark contrast to the pubescent body of her ex.