𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒

Taylor finished the last bite of her toast and sat back, feeling much better than when she'd woken up. The food and coffee had done wonders for her headache and nausea.

Just as she was about to speak, the sound of a car horn outside interrupted the almost-comfortable silence between her and Zoe.

Zoe looked towards the window, her expression unreadable. She pushed away from the counter and walked to the door, opening it to reveal a black SUV parked outside.

"Looks like your ride is here."

Taylor's heart sank a bit at the sight. She was relieved that a familiar face was here to drive her back home, but part of her didn't want to leave. The penthouse felt safe, shielded from the outside world and its expectations, and the quiet companionship she had shared with Zoe was almost intoxicating.

She got up from the stool and walked over, stopping just a few feet from Zoe.

"Thank you. For...for everything,"

Without warning, Zoe reached out, her hand grabbing Taylor's arm gently but firmly. She pulled the singer towards her, closing the gap between them.

Taylor stumbled a bit, surprised by the unexpected contact. But she didn't fight it, her body fitting against Zoe's naturally, her hands coming to rest on the woman's shoulders to steady herself.

Zoe pulled her closer until their bodies were pressed firmly against each other. Her other hand rested on the small of Taylor's back, her fingers splaying out possessively, staking their claim without words.

As her eyes fluttered shut, Taylor prepared for a kiss on her lips. But instead, she felt soft lips on her cheek, the contact sending a shiver down her spine. It was a repeat of the last time, a moment of unexpected tenderness that caught her off guard.

The driver pulled up to a towering apartment building in Tribeca, nyc , modern and elegant, blending into the skyline effortlessly.

Taylor got out of the car, her mind still a mess. The night spent at Zoe's penthouse had left her thoughts and feelings in turmoil. She looked up at the grand entrance, her heart heavy with unspoken words and emotions.

She made her way inside, the familiar surroundings doing little to soothe her troubled mind. All she could think about was Zoe, the touch of her hands, the warmth of her body. The woman had stirred something within her, awakened a desire she hadn't known she was suppressing.

.....

Taylor was sprawled on the carpet in Blake Lively's living room, surrounded by a horde of rowdy kids. They were playing a game of tag, laughter and shrieks filling the air.

A game of tag quickly turned into a pillow fight, and Taylor found herself in the center of a flurry of fluffy projectiles, laughing uncontrollably as she attempted to defend herself. One of Blake Lively's kids, Inez, launched a particularly ferocious attack, tackling her to the ground with a playful yell.

"Oh nooo, I've been defeated!"

Taylor yelled dramatically, feigning exhaustion as Betty climbed on top of her to claim victory. She could hear Blake and her other kids giggling in the background, clearly amused by the scene playing out on the living room floor.

Just as she was about to give up and accept defeat, another voice rang out above the laughter and commotion. "Hey, no fair!" Another one of Blake's kid, Inez, swooped in, pulling Betty off Taylor with a determined look on her face. "It's my turn to defeat Aunty Taylor!"

Taylor sat up, laughing as two pairs of kids' hands began to tickle her mercilessly. She was hopelessly outnumbered and outmuscled, unable to resist the relentless attack. She squirmed and thrashed, her laughs turning into gasping for air as she begged for mercy.