Karma | Tayvis

Giving in

Warning: Rated M warning for very mature sexual explicit content and dialogue on this chapter.

Still blushing. Still a lot of smut and a long way to go. I can't believe how long this got...

Comments are encouraged <3

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By some grace and miracle, the hallway outside has remained desolate and empty.

"Coast is clear." Travis shuts the door back behind him before turning around to face Taylor. "Okay. Game plan. We should fix ourselves, not leave together and circle back just next to the fire exit. I'll tell the guys that you already left. How does that sound?"

They don't want to raise any more suspicion when some people as bystanders were already taking notice of them.

He watched her bite back an amused smile.
"Sounds like you've had some experience sneaking around."

Heat rises to his cheeks as he chuckled lightly.

"Kind of," He pressed his lips together. "Let's just say that I had prior knowledge of cutting classes back in college." He winked cheekily.

Travis makes her laugh this way, relieved that she finds humor in their current situation. She freaked out on him earlier, and for the right reasons too, she hadn't come to terms with the price of reciprocating him going in. He didn't expect her to, he's still reeling from her confession that she had dressed up all nice for him.

Taylor's audible gasp brings him back to reality as she watched her produce a compact mirror to assess herself out of nowhere.

"Oh. My. God. I'm a mess!" She cries out, hurriedly grabbing a small packet of wipes from her purse. "Why didn't you tell me I looked like that one scene from Orphan?"

Well, he honestly doesn't know what show or movie she's referencing, he doesn't think he has seen it. But he does finally consider her face and notice the stark difference before they stumbled inside the closet. Her hair has gotten slightly wavy and messy with the humid air, also probably from how much he was running his fingers into it. Her signature red completely gone from her lips, smudged around her mouth. Dark tear streaks from her mascara. All of this, yet Travis is still incredibly enamored by her while she's wiping her face clean.

"Hey, you could use some yourself," She offered him her wipes and mirror. "My lipstick's gotten everywhere."

Accepting her offer, Travis thought she's only talking about some tiny red smudges here and there. "Holy shit! You weren't kidding. There's some on my shirt too."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" He snaps his head at her, pursing his lips at her frowning. Secretly sneaking out aside, this doesn't bother him enough to warrant some heartfelt apology. He takes hold of her hand, squeezing gently. "I'm not upset, Taylor. I'd treat this as a badge of honor if we didn't have to sneak out."

It remains unspoken why they have to hide, yet it's still reverberating so loudly as if one of them lent voice to it. Fuck. He should really stop putting his gigantic foot in his mouth before he ruins what hasn't even started yet.

He squeezes her hand again as if to reassure.

"You should go first." Taylor suggested in a hushed tone. "I'll be out in a minute. I still need to talk to my security and keep things under wraps."

Travis felt immense guilt that the popstar has to do all this for him—for them. If it were up to him, he'd show her off, he'd shower her with his affections, not giving a fuck who was watching. But their reality is a lot more complicated, there's also nothing much he could say to help alleviate the situation, the least he could do is to not give anyone more reasons to talk about them.