Taylor woke up with a graceful hand draped across his bare torso. Wearily opening his blood-shot eyes, the man opened his eyes to the most beautiful sight ever.
Through the groggy window, the spring sun shone through, spotlighting directly on the blonde woman beside him.
Her chest was barely covered by the thin white bedding where the duvet had been scuffled overnight. Taylor watched her lie peacefully, her body slowly rising and falling as air escaped her nostrils.
Emmalyn's eyelids were gently closed, radiating a pure feeling of content.
Taylor had propped his head up on his elbow, his eyes softly wandering the girl's beautiful features. How on earth did he get so lucky?
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"Huh? Hm..." Emmalyn stirred in her sleep, much to Taylor's annoyance. The blonde man had enjoyed watching her rest there gently, shifting from time to time, the warm linen brushing her soft sun kissed skin as she moved, but still her eyes remaining glued shut.
"Good morning, beautiful," Taylor's mentioned in a hushed tone, placing a sweet kiss on her forehead when her eyelids fluttered open.
"Well hello, mister," A hot flush appeared on her cheeks from the shock of a kiss, but she still smiled cheekily just as Taylor loved.
Emmalyn and Taylor just lay there in serenity for a few moments. Feeling like seconds, although they had been there for at least forty minutes before either of them moved to get out of their bed.
The man was first to swing his legs off, pulling up a pair of board shorts to avoid any excess clothing. "I gotta take a shower, doll. Big day today."
"I'm glad you're excited for it," Emmalyn smiled, rolling her hips so that she could watch Taylor collect some clothes from his suitcase. First he grabbed some jazzy suit jacket and some corduroy trousers before smiling at her and nodding flatly as he spoke.
"Thrilled," His voice dripping with sarcasm.
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"Hey," Taylor walked out of the steaming bathroom, dressed up quite well. To Emmalyn it looked as though he had combed his wet hair and parted it down the middle.
"Well who are you dressed up so hot for?" Emmalyn wandered towards him, her body loosely concealed by a white robe she found hanging in the dresser, whilst adjusting his collar sweetly.
"Howard Stern," Taylor rolled his eyes, his hands meeting his hips, "Listen I'd like to take you out properly soon, like for dinner or something."
Emmalyn stopped fiddling for a moment or so, her hands going rigid as her eyes looked into his. His expression was genuine and sweet, but Emmalyn wasn't comfortable with the feeling of being loved.
"Oh don't be so fucking dramatic Emmalyn," Her ex boyfriend stood across the room berating a twenty-one year old Emmalyn who sat knees up to her chest against their hardwood dressed.
Tears flowing like a river, it was April 5th of 1994 and she'd just gotten off the phone with Krist. The entirety of her life had been turned upside down.
"How- how.." Emmalyn cried between gasps for air, "How fucking dare you? How FUCKING dare you?!" She immediately blew up, without giving her words or actions a second thought, she shot up and moved closer to the man who supposedly loved her.
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