𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟

After we finished eating a sumptuous breakfast, I was in the kitchen, hands lathered in suds as I diligently washed dishes. Zoe, however, was having none of it.

"Taylor, stop," she said, trying to pull me away from the sink. "You don't have to do these. I can take care of it later."

"No, it's alright, I don't mind. I want to help."

"You already helped with cooking. You don't have to do the clean-up as well. Sit down and relax."

"I'm perfectly capable of helping with both," I replied, rinsing off a glass and putting it on the drying rack. "Besides, it's the least I can do after all the hospitality your mom has shown me."

Zoe huffed in frustration, seeing that I was not budging. Instead, she tried a different approach. She attempted to pry the plate from my hand, reaching across to grab it. "Stop being so stubborn," she said, half-laughing in defeat. "You're a guest, not a hired maid."

I held onto the plate firmly, holding it just out of her reach. "I am a guest, but I'm also your girlfriend, and I want to help. Let me do this."

Zoe turned to her mom, switching to French. "Maman, s'il vous plaît, dites quelque chose à Taylor pour qu'elle s'arrête d'aider à faire la vaisselle."

I stood there, utterly confused, as Zoe and her mom conversed in rapid-fire French. I had a basic understanding of the language from high school but their conversation was too fast for me to decipher. I looked at Zoe, her words sounding like a stream of pleasant yet baffling syllables to my ears.

After a moment, Zoe looked back at me, a mischievous smile on her face.

Zoe's mom approached me with a kind, persuasive smile. "Taylor, dear," she began, putting a hand on my arm. "Why don't you go out and explore the town a bit today? Enjoy the scenery, maybe do some shopping? It's a beautiful day to be out and about , right Zoe?."

Zoe nodded, chiming in. "Yeah, Cmon let's go I'll show you around."

I looked between the both of them, feeling a little torn. On one hand, I did want to help, but on the other, it did sound appealing to get out and about. I sighed, finally giving in. "Alright, alright," I relented, wiping my hands on a dish towel, "I suppose a bit of sightseeing wouldn't hurt."

In Zoe's room, I stood in front of her full-length mirror, getting dressed. I was currently in just a bra and underwear, the soft material hugging my curves, the color a soft blue. I adjusted the straps of my bra and ran a hand through my hair, tousling it slightly.

Suddenly, the door opened and Zoe walked in, not noticing me at first. "Hey, have you-" Her eyes widened as she took in my state of undress. "Oh, sorry!" she said hurriedly, averting her eyes. "I was just.. sorry, I didn't-"

I chuckled, unbothered by her walk-in. "It's okay," I reassured her, still adjusting my bra straps. "You know you can look, right? We are dating."

Zoe hesitantly looked my way, her gaze drifting over my body.

"I know, but I didn't want to seem like a creep," she said, her voice a bit higher pitched than usual. "You look...great, by the way."

"Thanks," I said, running a hand down the smooth material of my underwear. "Was there something you wanted, or did you just come in to admire the view?" I teased lightly.

Zoe looked a bit flustered at my words, her gaze flickering between my eyes and then quickly down to my chest before snapping back up to my face. "Uh, right," she mumbled, trying to remember why she had come in. "I was going to ask if you've seen my-" She paused, her words trailing off as she noticed me pulling my mini skirt up.

I tugged the skirt up over my hips, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Your what?"

Zoe blinked, watching as the hem of my skirt settled just above my thighs. "I, uh...I forgot." She swallowed, her eyes raking over the curve of my hips. "That mini skirt looks good on you..."

I grinned, enjoying how flustered she was getting. "I know," I replied, pulling on my crop top and then spinning around to show off the look. "How do I look from the back?"*

Zoe's eyes roamed over my backside, shamelessly checking me out. "Fantastic," she said, her voice slightly hoarse. "The view is...great." She stepped closer to me, reaching out to touch the small of my back.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as her hand made contact with my skin. It was a simple touch, but it set off a spark within me. I leaned back into her touch, my breath quickening slightly. "You like what you see?" I teased, looking over my shoulder at her.*

Zoe nodded, biting her lower lip.

She closed the gap between us, her body pressing against my back. Her breath was warm against my neck and her arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "I do," she murmured, her lips brushing the sensitive skin behind my ear. "A lot."

A soft gasp escaped my lips, my body responding to her proximity. I pressed myself against her, relishing the feeling of her body against mine. "Good. Because I like having your eyes on me..."

Zoe's grip on my chin was firm but gentle as she turned my face towards hers, her eyes locking with mine. I could see the desire and need mirrored in her gaze. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips crashing against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss.

I was momentarily taken aback by the suddenness of the gesture, but I quickly sank into the kiss, my body molding against hers. Our mouths moved together hungrily, as if we were both starving for each other's touch. My hands reached up to tangle in her hair, holding her close as if I never wanted to let her go.

She pressed me up against the wall, pinned between the cool plaster and the heat of her body.

Her hands clutched at my hips, pulling my body tighter against hers. I could feel every contour of her body, the firmness of her stomach against my own. Her tongue flicked out, darting across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I parted my lips, allowing her to deepen the kiss.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Just when the kiss was getting intense, a knock at the door broke the spell. We sprung apart, both of us a little dazed. Zoe's mom's voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Zoe sweetheart, I found your car keys. They were in the kitchen drawer."

"Car keys...that's what I was looking for"

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