yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

13

The warmth of Taylor's hand beneath the covers was a comfort Daisy hadn't known she needed. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, the simple touch enough to awaken something inside her—a longing she had buried for so long. She could feel the weight of Taylor's presence next to her, the steadiness of her breathing, but now there was something more. Something between them that was no longer hidden in stolen glances or fleeting moments.

Daisy turned her head slightly, her breath catching as she caught sight of Taylor's profile in the dim light. Her eyes were closed, but Daisy knew she wasn't asleep. She could feel the tension, the quiet charge that hummed between them, the unspoken acknowledgment of what was happening.

She knew this was a line they were about to cross—one that had been blurred so many times before but never quite breached. Daisy's heart pounded, her thoughts tangled in both fear and desire. She wanted to pull Taylor closer, to feel the full weight of her against her, but the fear still lingered in the back of her mind. What if this was too much? What if she ruined everything by letting herself give in?

But as her fingers curled a little more around Taylor's hand, she realized she didn't want to hold back anymore. Not tonight. Not when everything between them felt so fragile and real.

Daisy turned fully now, shifting so she could face Taylor, her body moving almost on instinct. Her heart was in her throat as she leaned in, hesitating for the briefest second before she whispered, "Taylor?"

Taylor's eyes opened slowly, her gaze meeting Daisy's in the dark. There was a flicker of something in those blue eyes—something raw and vulnerable, like Taylor had been waiting for this just as much as Daisy had.

"I don't want to pretend anymore," Daisy murmured, her voice trembling with the weight of her admission. "I don't want to keep holding back."

Taylor's fingers tightened around hers, a silent confirmation that Daisy's words had struck something deep.

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The sound of Daisy's voice cut through the silence, the vulnerability in her words settling deep in Taylor's chest. She had felt Daisy shift, felt the gentle pressure of her hand against her own, but now that she was looking into Daisy's eyes, there was no going back. This wasn't just a fleeting moment anymore—it was real, tangible, right there between them.

Taylor's heart raced, her carefully constructed walls crumbling with every second that passed. She had always been the one in control, the one who held back for both their sakes, but seeing Daisy like this—open, honest, and so close—made that control feel impossible.

"I don't want to hold back either," Taylor admitted, her voice quiet but filled with the same rawness Daisy had shown her. She could see the relief in Daisy's eyes, the unspoken understanding that they were both stepping into something new, something more.

Taylor shifted closer, her body instinctively moving toward Daisy's, the space between them disappearing in an instant. She reached up, her fingers brushing lightly against Daisy's cheek, tracing the soft curve of her jaw. It was such a simple touch, but it felt like everything. Her thumb lingered on Daisy's lips for a second longer than necessary, the warmth of her skin sending a ripple of electricity through her.

Daisy's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment as she leaned into the touch. And that was all Taylor needed. She closed the gap between them, her lips finding Daisy's in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with months of unspoken desire.

The kiss was slow at first, like they were both testing the waters, but as Daisy's hand moved to the back of Taylor's neck, pulling her closer, Taylor deepened the kiss, letting herself feel everything she had been holding back. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, the rush of emotions nearly overwhelming her, but she didn't stop. She couldn't.