Tayvis One-Shots

our little secret

Travis's POV

I'm standing outside of Taylor's locker, pretending to look at my phone, but my eyes keep darting toward her combination lock. It's dumb, I know, but there's this part of me that's curious. I've been dying to know what she's been writing in that journal of hers that she guards like it's her life. I've seen her scribbling in it before, but she's always quick to hide it when someone walks by. It's like there's some secret in there, and I want to know what it is.

So here I am, waiting for my moment.

When she walks off toward class, my heart starts to race. I glance around to make sure no one's looking and then I work my magic on the locker. It only takes a second, and I'm in. There it is, the leather-bound notebook, just sitting there in the back of her locker like it's begging to be opened.

Without thinking too much about it, I grab it and flip it open. I don't expect much, just some random thoughts or maybe stuff she's working on for school. But as I read, my breath catches.

I wasn't prepared for this.

It's not just thoughts about her day. No, this is way more personal. It's her thoughts. About me. My chest tightens as I read her words, the way she describes me, the things she imagines when she looks at me. I can feel my face heat up as I read through her fantasies. It's about me. Her fantasies, her desires, all written down in detail. She talks about how she's drawn to me, how she wants me.

It's strange. Embarrassing, but thrilling at the same time. She's never said anything to me directly, never acted like this around me. But reading this, it's like I'm seeing a whole new side of her.

A side that's been hiding.

Her words are intimate, graphic even. She's not holding anything back, writing exactly what she wants to do, how she wants me. It's like she's been fantasizing about me this whole time and I had no idea. 

I keep reading, and it gets hotter, more intense, and I can feel myself getting... well, hard. I try to shake it off. This is wrong. She doesn't know I'm reading this, and I shouldn't be invading her privacy like this.

But I can't stop.

Sometimes, I can't even look at him without my stomach flipping. It's not fair how someone can be so...perfect. His laugh, his eyes, his stupid crooked grin, everything about him drives me crazy. But it's more than that. It's the way he walks into a room like he owns it. The way his voice gets all deep and rough when he's teasing someone. The way his shirt clings to him after practice, all sweaty and, God, I can't even finish that thought without blushing like an idiot.

Last night, I had this dream about him. We were in the locker room, why the locker room, I have no idea, and he cornered me against the wall. He looked at me like I was the only person in the world. "You've been driving me crazy, Swift," he said, his voice low and gravelly. And then he kissed me. Not just any kiss, but one of those kisses you only see in movies, the kind that makes your knees go weak. I woke up wishing it had been real. Wishing he'd see me like that.

Love, Taylor 

I swallow hard and flip to another page, my curiosity taking over even though I know I should stop.

There's this one fantasy I can't get out of my head, and it's so embarrassing I can barely write it down. We're alone at the back of the library, and he's helping me with homework, like always. But this time, he leans in close, so close I can feel his breath on my neck. "You don't need help with this," he says, smirking. "You just wanted an excuse to be near me."

And he's right. I'm blushing so hard I can't even respond. Then he takes my hand and pulls me closer, and suddenly we're not talking about algebra anymore. His lips are on mine, his hands in my hair, and all I can think is, this is it. This is what I've been waiting for. Him. I want him to touch me like he means it, to kiss me so hard I forget how to think.