Taking It

4.9

4.9

There's a soft knocking against my glass doors, waking me from my once in a lifetime peaceful sleep. I ignore it, tugging the blankets higher up on my shoulders to shield my body from my freezing cold room.

Seconds later the lock clicks and a gust of cold air rushes in as the door glides open. I listen to Taylor stomp off his feet against the small rug I had laid in front of the door, before making his way over to my bed. The edge of my mattress dips as Taylor lowers himself on it, the action causing my lower half to roll slightly towards him.

I can just faintly catch a whiff of stale peanuts, alcohol, cigarettes and very small hint of his lingering Irish spring soap. He leans closer, warm breath tickling small wisps of hair against my ear. Taylor props his arm in front of me, my bed dipping from the pressure there also.

"Princess...wake up." His voice brings my heart to a quick flutter as he uses his other hand to tug gently at my cover. "I want to take you to breakfast." Taylor whispers, a small lilt in his voice as I shrink lower into the covers.

I let out a soft groan, shaking my head. I don't even have to open my eyes to know that it's still dark out and my alarm has yet to go off.

"Come on, or we'll miss it." Taylor's shaking me now. I dare to take at peek at him. I catch a small glimpse of his lopsided grin before I shut my eye again. "I saw you look at me, I know you're awake." There's a soft chuckle to his voice, his body coming closer to mine.

My nerve endings come a life at this fact, buzzing with excitement—waiting for his touch.

I flinch, startled, as his lips brush dangerously close to mine. Instinctively I turn my head towards him, my lips seeking out his for a brief meeting. However I'm never welcomed with the feel of his warm mouth against mine in the few seconds that I stay waiting. So I open my eyes and the smile that's in his eyes is bigger—and brighter—than any other that i've seen before.

There's a type of affection that warms my heart and sets my body at ease.

"There she is." Shifting a bit, Taylor brushes his thumb against the apple of my cheek—knuckles gently pressing against corner of my mouth. "Time to get up and ready for school."

My face scrunches at his words, head shaking to dust his hand from my cheek. There's a lingering warmth from his touch and it chills my spine, my internal body temperatures thrown slightly off balance.

"What do you mean?" I take in our dark surroundings and furrow my brows at him.

"I told you," Taylor laughs, the rich sound a wonderful melody to my ear. "I'm taking you to breakfast."

"Why so early?" I grumble grouchily and turn on my side, snuggling into my cover. I don't expect to hear Taylor's shoes thud softly against the carpet nor do I expect him climb fully into my bed and straddle my side with his body. Within seconds it becomes hot beneath the covers and the only thing stopping me from flinging them off me is the simple fact that Taylor would retreat with them.

"We're leaving early because I want to spend more time with you before taking you to school." I shiver as his nose nuzzles along my jaw. "So are you going to get up or do I have to carry you out to the car?" I try not to let the brushing of his breath against my skin affect me too much.

With a hard, yet playful, glare contorting my features I say, "it's kind of hard to do anything when you way a ton and you're cuddling me like a grizzly bear in hibernation."

His eyes crinkle at the corners as his grin lifts his whole face. My heart flutters at the sight and I find myself drinking in as much of it as I can, just to commit it to memory.