Forever Almost

Chapter 16

Kayla watched from a distance as Taylor exited Travis's cabin, her heart sinking. She walked up to Taylor, her face masked with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. "Did you break things off with him?" Kayla asked, her voice sharp.

Taylor shook her head, her eyes filled with silent resolve. "No. I haven't yet," she admitted quietly. "But I will make him understand. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

Kayla's disappointment was evident, but she didn't press further. "Fine," she said tersely, turning away and leaving the area. The weight of the situation hung heavy on Taylor's shoulders as she watched Kayla walk away.

Later that evening, after the work hours had ended, Travis approached Taylor's cabin with a conflicted expression. He felt a pang of regret for his harsh actions earlier and wanted to make amends. He carried a bouquet of flowers and a container of Taylor's favorite ice cream, hoping to ease the tension between them.

He knocked gently on her door before unlocking it and stepping inside. "Taylor?" he called softly, his voice laced with concern.

Taylor looked up from her desk, her eyes reflecting the sadness she felt. "Travis," she said, her voice subdued. "What are you doing here?"

Travis offered a warm, sincere smile as he presented the flowers. "I thought you might need these," he said gently, placing the bouquet on her desk. "And I brought your favorite ice cream, too. I'm sorry for being so harsh earlier."

Taylor's heart softened at his gesture, but she couldn't ignore the lingering conflict. "Thank you," she said quietly, accepting the flowers and glancing at the ice cream. "But I still think you should be with Kayla. You two are perfect for each other."

Travis's expression hardened, his frustration resurfacing. He took the ice cream from the table and set it aside. Then, he gently but firmly turned Taylor's chair so she was facing him directly. "Taylor," he said, his voice intense yet tender, "I'm not interested in Kayla. I've told you before, no other woman has had this effect on me. You're the only one who makes me feel this way."

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise. "But... Kayla—"

Travis cut her off, his tone growing more insistent. "No, Taylor. Don't make me choose something I don't want. I'm not interested in Kayla. I only want you. It's something I cherish."

Taylor was at a loss for words, feeling a mix of confusion and longing. She didn't know how to reconcile her promise to Kayla with Travis's declaration. Before she could respond, Travis reached into his bag and pulled out a set of black leather lingerie. He handed it to her with a mischievous smile.

"I've got plans for us," he said softly. "Tomorrow night, you're coming with me to my place. And I'm not taking no for an answer."

Taylor took the lingerie, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Travis, I—"

He silenced her with a gentle kiss, his lips warm and reassuring against hers. "We'll figure it out," he murmured against her lips. "Just trust me. I want to be with you, and I need you to understand that."

With that, Travis stepped back, giving her one last lingering look before leaving her cabin. Taylor watched him go, her heart racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She was left holding the flowers and lingerie, her mind a flurry of thoughts. She knew she needed to find a way to reconcile her feelings with her promise to Kayla, but for now, the warmth of Travis's gesture and his insistence on being with her left her feeling both cherished and conflicted.

The next morning, Taylor felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she slipped into the black leather lingerie Travis had given her. The fabric hugged her body in a way she had never experienced before, and she admired her reflection in the mirror with a shy smile. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and then carefully took a photo of herself in the bathroom, making sure to capture the lingerie's sleek lines. After sending the picture to Travis with a playful wink emoji, her heart raced as she awaited his response.

Within moments, her phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from Travis. Taylor answered quickly, her face flushing with a combination of anticipation and embarrassment as Travis's face appeared on the screen. His eyes widened in surprise and admiration.

"Taylor," Travis said, his voice thick with appreciation. "You look incredible."

Taylor's cheeks warmed at his praise. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I hoped you'd like it."

Travis's gaze was intense as he took in her appearance. "I do. Move the top a little so I can see more?"

Taylor hesitated for a moment, then slowly adjusted the top of her lingerie. The fabric shifted, revealing more of her skin, and Travis's eyes widened with a mixture of desire and fascination as he noticed her perky nipples outlined beneath the material.

"Wow," Travis breathed, his voice slightly strained. "That's even better. Tell me what you're imagining right now?"

Taylor's heart raced as she tried to articulate her feelings. "It's all so new to me," she admitted. "But I keep picturing what it would be like if you were here with me. I imagine your hands exploring my body, your lips touching me."

Travis's eyes darkened with desire. "What exactly are you picturing? How would you like me to touch you?"

Taylor closed her eyes, her voice soft and hesitant. "I imagine you're using your tongue, tracing over my skin starting from my neck and moving down to my breasts, your lips teasing and licking me. I'm trying to recreate the feeling of your touch."

Travis's breath quickened as he listened. "That sounds amazing. Can you show me how you're reacting to this?"

Taylor's hands were slightly shaky as she began to touch herself, her fingers mimicking the sensations she was imagining. "I keep thinking it's your tongue," she said, her voice breathy. "I'm trying to feel what it would be like if you were here, touching me. It's making me more sensitive, like I can almost feel your lips on me."

Travis watched intently, his desire growing with every movement. "Tell me more about what's happening. What are you feeling right now?"

Taylor's voice was a mix of excitement and vulnerability. "Every time I touch myself, I imagine how you would be kissing me, your hands roaming over my body. It's like I'm trying to recreate the pleasure you would give me if you were here. I keep thinking about how you'd make me feel, and it's overwhelming."

Travis's voice grew more urgent. "I wish I could be there with you, to make those fantasies real. Seeing you like this... it's making me crazy. Now remove that thong and show me how wet you are...all for me"

Before Taylor could respond, Travis's phone buzzed with an emergency alert from the hospital. His face fell as he glanced at the screen. "I'm so sorry, Taylor. I have to take this call. It's an urgent matter."

Taylor's excitement was replaced by disappointment. "I understand. I'll be waiting for you."

Travis gave her a regretful smile. "I promise we'll continue this later. I want to be with you and make all of this real."

He ended the call, leaving Taylor alone in the bathroom with a mix of longing and frustration. As she quickly dressed, she tried to shake off the lingering feeling of unfulfilled desire.