Taking It

4.2

4.2

He's waiting for me to say something, anything. The sudden rapid beating of his heart is an indication that his words ring true. He is nervous.

I open my mouth to speak, only getting his hopes up as the beating grows faster. The sound deters me, forcing me to close my mouth.

For a minute I contemplate whether or not i'm also hooked up to the heart monitor because the beeping matches perfectly to my own. The sound deafening to my ears and I can't think, let alone speak.

What an I to say to that? I have just gotten out of relationship, he has just gotten out of a relationship. Love is powerful, mighty, destructive. It took me this long to realize that I feel something for Taylor, but love?

Love destroyed my mother, my family, my chance of ever being in love. It ruined me. I can't possibly love Taylor, or anyone for that matter.

Then why is it so hard for me to laugh off his words?

Why is it hard for me to tell him that I only came here to be friends?

Had I expected more from this?

Did I even want more?

Is this something I can handle?

"Fûck this got dámn machine!!" Taylor growls bitterly, ripping the wrapping from his finger, causing the machine to flatline.

"I don't think that was a good idea." My throat is surprisingly parch as I glance over my shoulder, expecting the door to fly open any second now. If i listen closely I can hear hurried footsteps down the hall.

"I haven't had a good idea since i've wound myself up in the depressing place." Taylor's voice is soft, bringing my attention back to him. I flinch at his sudden proximity. "I have one more bad idea." Before I can even get the chance to ask what it is, he closes the distance between us and slots his lips against mine.

A sudden chill flows through my body, leaving me with warmth and tingling phalanges. My heart constricts in my chest as I dare to reach up and touch his face.

The kiss doesn't last long, the slamming of the door breaking us apart.

"Oh my god!!" A woman exclaims from behind us, taking angry steps towards Taylor's bed. "Taylor, don't do that." She grumbles, her voice sounding strangely familiar but I can't exactly place where i've heard it before.

Taylor mutters something under his breath as he leans back against his pillows, eyes still focused on me. I try to look away but I can't. He's still waiting for me to speak and I definitely know that I can't. My lips are numb from kissing him, tingling with sensation, the urge to kiss him again full force.

"Oh hello." The voice is a bit more chipper, surprised as well. I turn my head and when I see the familiar dark hair I nearly fall over. Recognition fills her eyes as her lips curl upwards into a smile.

"You seem to always get ran over by my boys." She laughs, finishing the wrapping around Taylor's finger. The beeping noise comes back slowly.

"Y-you're boys?" My eyes widen as my eyes flicker between her and Taylor. Suddenly the similarities come to life. The eyes, the hair, the facial structure—her's a bit more feminine. The only thing he doesn't have of hers are her lips and nose, his ears being slightly bigger than this woman's.

"Princess, Laurel. Laurel, Princess." Taylor grumbles.

"His mother." Laurel rolls her striking blue eyes, extending her hand to me.