Karma | Tayvis

Rest

Note: Hi! I'm sorry this took too long and it's quite a short chapter, I got stuck with writer's block and this was meant to be longer. I know I wouldn't be able to put out something for maybe another week if I didn't post what I currently have, so for now, I hope this is enough. I'll make it up to you next update, that's a promise❤️

Disclaimer: Taylor and Travis practice safe sex.

They are both in their 30's and childless. I thought the implication was obvious that they know what safe sex is and practice it, whether I cover it in writing or not.

It's not always written, many stories with sex scenes don't cover it either unless pregnancy or reproductive health issues is relevant to the plot, right now I don't feel the need to have it in writing.

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Travis couldn't find it in himself to regret what happened.

His acknowledgment. His acceptance. His confession. It had to be said even if he had backed her into a corner and blindsided her, and as a result, they backed themselves into two opposite directions. He thought he could ignore its existence until they ended, but he could no longer deny these feelings that has been growing and festering and infecting the center of his chest.

Maybe this harmless celebrity crush he had on blonde popstar had only been amplified upon meeting her. Maybe he was just vulnerable and compromised, that a woman being kind and sweet to him would inevitably grab his attention. Maybe they were bound to meet one way or another.

Whatever it is, Travis stood no chance with Taylor.

Sitting through these feelings he came to accept is nothing but pure torture, especially being next to her sharing a warm bed together, an arm's length away. He wanted nothing more than to pull her by the waist and hold her close. But she's facing away, doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

And who could blame her? He did everything but make smart decisions, he led with his heart on this one. It hasn't done him any favors so far. He just wished that he could mourn her properly. Kiss, hold, touch and feel her a final time.

Yet, as the late night reached daylight with pure restlessness and no sleep, Travis decidedly got up and climbed upstairs to his room, lay down on his own bed.

Who knows? Maybe Taylor would leave without saying goodbye.

That'll probably be easier for him anyway.

But as he tried to relax his tired mind and body, he couldn't.

It's the pillows that don't smell nothing like her. It's the framed photo of him and his fiancée standing on the television stand across from him. It's the fact that he's not lying down on the right side of an empty bed—a bed he shared with someone else.

Travis notices everything and it feels wrong.

By the time that he took a brisk shower and a change of clothes from yesterday's disaster, his stomach rumbled in hunger.

He grumbled. He isn't going to think about it. He'll quickly grab a hefty bowl of cereal and just make himself busy. That's the plan, easy enough to follow.

But as he climbed downstairs, he miraculously still hears her voice. His heart stutters warmly. Fuck. 'Okay. Just get your ass that cereal and leave.'

When he's near enough, he understands that she's responding to someone over the phone. Entering the premises of the kitchen, he catches her pacing the length of the island counter.

Their eyes briefly met for a moment before she tore her gaze away, her tone in slight distress to whoever she's talking to. He sighed, deliberately moving to just make himself that bowl of cereal.