Previously...
You swallow hard, trying to push away the butterflies in your stomach. You've been holding back your feelings for her for months now, unsure of how to say anything without ruining what you have. But in this quiet, intimate space, with just the two of you and the soft glow of the recording lights, it feels like maybe, just maybe, it's time.
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"I've been thinking," Taylor says softly, her voice suddenly serious.
Your heart skips a beat. "About what?"
She hesitates, biting her lip in that way she does when she's nervous. "About us. About how much time we've been spending together. And... how much I look forward to seeing you. It's become the best part of my day."
You feel your pulse quicken. "Really?"
Taylor nods, her eyes meeting yours. There's something vulnerable in her gaze, something she rarely lets people see. "I don't know when it happened, but I realized that I care about you. A lot more than just as a friend."
You sit there for a moment, stunned. It's exactly what you've been wanting to say, but hearing her say it first catches you off guard.
"I—Taylor, I feel the same way," you say, your voice soft but steady. "I've been feeling like this for a while now, but I didn't want to complicate things or make you uncomfortable."
Her expression softens, and she reaches for your hand, her fingers brushing against yours. "You could never make me uncomfortable. Honestly, I've been scared to say anything because I didn't want to mess up what we have."
You look down at your hands, her thumb gently stroking the back of yours, and your heart feels like it's about to burst. "It wouldn't mess anything up. It would just... make it better."
Taylor smiles, her eyes shining in the low light. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Before you can overthink it, she leans in, her lips brushing against yours in the softest, most delicate kiss. It feels like a promise, a beginning, something that's been building for months finally falling into place. Her hand moves to your cheek, her touch warm and gentle.
When you finally pull back, both of you are smiling, the tension between you dissolved into something easy and natural.
"So... what happens now?" you ask, still feeling lightheaded from the kiss.
Taylor laughs softly, leaning her head against your shoulder. "Well, I've still got a song to finish, and I could use some inspiration. Maybe you could stick around a little longer?"
You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in weeks. "I'm not going anywhere, Swift."
With that, Taylor picks up her guitar again, but this time, she's smiling—really smiling—and there's a new energy in the air. You settle back onto the couch, watching her play, knowing that this late-night studio session will be the first of many where the music—and your feelings—will intertwine in the most beautiful way possible.
