So do you love me? Taylor York Fanfic

• Chapter 45 •

This ones gonna be short because I'm finding it hard to finish this one off. However, the next chapter will be...unexpected so please don't kill me about it.

Love all of y'all ❣️✨

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As this is our last day here, I packed my things early this morning...very early. I couldn't go back to sleep after 4am. The dream was so realistic that the thought of having one exactly the same freaked me out. Although Taylor was beside me, I couldn't stop imagining his hands pinning me down as he did unimaginable things with me protesting - I had to leave. So now I am lying by the pool at the beds, trying to catch some more sleep as the sun has risen.

What seems like twenty minutes later of being in and out of sleep, I hear a couple thuds from the room. Deciding not to get up, I ignore it as I know Taylor's probably just going to the toilet. However, I also hear the balcony door slide open and I know to wake up fully.

"Dimples? Why are you out here?"

I push myself up and rub my eyes to adjust to the bright morning. In just boxers, I feel my cheeks warm slightly and my eyes linger on his torso more than necessary. Raising my eyes, he's got a thick brow raised at me and I smile half heartedly.

"Had a nightmare."

"Oh," He says, his voice more soft and caring. I lean into his side once he sits beside me. Sighing, he asks, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

I laugh humourlessly at that. Wake him up - how selfless can he get? Why should I wake him, especially when I am safe, I think. He can be too sweet sometimes.

"I guess that was a dumb question..."

I hum, smiling at him, and he returns the gesture. Shuffling to get comfortable, I watch Taylor look out at the view from our room, his eyes glinting in the sunlight, his button nose as cute as ever. He wraps his arms round me before looking down and winking, my cheeks growing hot immediately.

"One last swim in the sea?"

"Of course, York." I laugh, standing up to leave a pouting York behind. I jog to our room and grab a bikini and comfortable clothes. Taylor remains outside so I slip off my nightdress and put on the things I picked. I dash to the bathroom to freshen up and leave to find Taylor shirtless, humming a tune, packing his bag.

"I've had enough of seeing you shirtless, York." I sigh, faux-disgust lacing my tone, as I pass him, quickly glancing over my shoulder to find him watching me closely, a hint of a smile curls his lips. I inhale sharply as my eyes wander down his chest to his v-line.

"Are you sure?" He asks, voice husky from the early hours; my stomach twists slightly and I draw my bottom lip between my teeth in response. Nodding, I crouch to sort my bag out whilst Taylor readies himself, ignoring his attempts at irritating me.

We leave the room after a few more minutes and are on our way to a secluded beach I had spotted the first night we arrived. We talk about what we'll eat for lunch, taking our time down the stone steps to the shore. Eventually, my shoes hit the sandy floor and I turn right. Leading Taylor, I clamber up the small rock faces and skip down slopes, Taylor steadying me every now and then due to my clumsiness.

I jog across a rock before hopping to the next, but I badly misjudge it. My foot slips and I fall into the space between them, my hands moving in front of me as a reflex. However, a pair of arms wrap round my waist and pull me against a hard chest. Eyes wide, I grasp Taylor's hands tightly.

"I've had to help you already. You owe me." He mutters lowly in my ear. His words pass me by as I calm my breathing. I slowly register them and roll my eyes as I move away from him to carry on.

He's truly been horny this entire trip. Can't he just sort himself out? And what he said...that's just dumb. I don't owe him shit.

I realise he's gotten to me, gnawed away at my nerves, but I make sure not to show it so that he doesn't get any satisfaction. I look up from my feet to see we're here, doing a double take as it's too beautiful to be true. I excitedly bound down the last rock to the waters edge, my shoes cast behind me like the seaweed strewn across the shore.

The waters here are shallow which makes it easier to see the white sand floors and small fish swimming in schools. I'm especially glad that I'm wearing my sunglasses as the sun is bright and reflecting from the turquoise waves, white foam cascading across the golden sands after each crash of a wave. There are a couple rocks to my right and I already know I'll be sitting on them to sunbathe.

However, I'm brought out of my reverie by a groan sounding from a couple metres away. I swivel on my heels, brows raised and hands on hips, to find Taylor sat on his towel that's already laid out, rummaging through his backpack. He has his hand deep in the bag and seems to be searching for something.

"What now, Tay?"

"Cut out the sass and lend me your sunscreen." He throws back with eyes squinted as he looks in my direction. I walk slowly towards him, shrugging.

Laughing quietly, I reply, "Technically, you can't borrow sunscreen as you use it..." I sling my bag to the edge of his blue towel and bend to retrieve said bottle.

"Shut the fuck up."

"Or what?"

"I'll smack your ass." He smirks. I instantly blush, defeated as I know he'll do it, and hand him the orange bottle. His lips widen into a grin as he adds, "And I won't hesitate."

I tug off my outer clothing, ball them, and throw them at his face, laughing as I run away. My shins are met with a small wave, the water cooling my warm skin. I wade into the water without glancing back until I'm chest-deep. I catch his gaze - determined and mysterious - my cheeks heat up as I quickly face forward again before diving into the gorgeous water.

I resurface with water droplets clinging to my skin, a few sliding down my cheeks. I notice the strap of my bikini has fallen so I fix it before swimming further out into the calm waters. Soon, I hear a splash from behind me that is followed by another. Turning, I see it's Taylor walking towards me.

I admire him as he comes closer, now fully facing him, and his looks. His hair sparkles due to the small beads of water decorating his the dark curls, his hair much more messy as the salty air adds a sexy texture to it - he has sex hair. My eyes trail to his body, slightly golden with a tan, and the freckles dotting his skin in places like his shoulders, my heart rate quickening.

"Hey, quit drooling."

My cheeks burn in embarrassment as I didn't realise I had been staring so obviously. I begin to turn away when he catches my chin with his thumb and forefinger, the touch soft, but firm. Our eyes meet and I detect mischief in his pupils as they dance over my cheeks and eyes, his finger brushing some hair from my face.

"But it doesn't mean I don't enjoy it." He whispers, eyes flickering down to my lips for a split second, yet I catch it. I open my mouth to respond but he runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, silencing me, tingles erupting after his touch.

A wave of confidence crashes over me and so my lip quirks upwards slightly. He catches the movement, a smirk appearing on his lips, and I bite his thumb lightly, bur enough to be noticed. His eyes glimmer with an edge of darkness to them and he leans down. I run my hand up his arm, detecting his fast pulse at his wrists, clasping his bicep in anticipation. His lips near my neck before they press lustfully to my skin; just below my jaw where his lips spread heat to the rest of my body, a shiver running down my back.

"Tay..." I whisper as I slide my hands to his shoulders, one coming further to lay on his cheek. I raise his face to meet mine and press a soft kiss to his opposite cheek, lingering for a split second.

"Don't make it emotional." He replies. His true emotions have been hidden from me, even his eyes are now empty. The only way I know he's upset is the way he's holding me - his large hands gripping my hips.

"Fine."

His lips envelop mine, salty droplets hitting my tastebuds but is soon replaced by his tongue. I wrap both arms round his neck whilst he pulls me closer. The water swirls round us as we kiss - rather, make out - the two of us not caring about anything other than us.