Taking It

5.3

5.3

Taylor tightens his hold around my waist as footsteps echo down the hall. His inhale is silent. His exhale however is a rush of warm air, tickling the small strands of hair against the skin of my—dampened with sweat—neck. He nestles his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply once more.

"You smell so good." He grumbles with a rush of air, a small hint of a burning desire lilting his voice.

"Really? Because i've been sweating all night in this onesie." I shuffle my position in his arms, resting on my back and turning my gaze to face him.

His eyes are still closed. The natural light hitting his lashes causes them to cast small shadows upon his cheeks. Taylor's scarred brow is out of my sight and hidden in the surface of his pillow. I take in the way his dark damp strands of hair just barely touch his forehead. His skin looks taut yet smooth to the touch, a tender smile on his pale pink lips.

"Staring is impolite princess. Maybe you should take a picture. It'll last longer." His eyes fly open, revealing the bright blue orbs that he calls eyes. My breath hitches at the sight at the powerful emotions swimming in the color.

It takes me a few steady breaths, and one or two blinks to come up with some kind of reply. "Why would I take a picture? You're not that photogenic you know." It's nearly impossible to keep the grin off his face as the lie slips through my swollen with sleep lips. He's very photogenic, despite not wanting to take any photos of himself. I have multiple pictures of Taylor, none of them are bad—not even the one of him stuffing a hot dog into his mouth.

Taylor chuckles, pulling me a closer. I roll onto my side, our chest pressed together. My heart skips the beat at our contact. It leaps into my throat as he presses his forehead against mine.

"I have to let you go." Taylor sighs heavily and slowly I nod my head. "I don't want to let you go."

I open my mouth say that I rather he not let me go, but the bedroom door flies open. I wince as it slams against the wall.

"Rise and shine cupcakes!" Brooke announces cheerfully as she saunters into the room. Her onesie is slightly unzipped, auburn hair tugged high into a messy bun. "I need to borrow Charlie for a bit." She states, snatching the covers off our body.

For her own protection she flings the covers over her head, just incase we were naked. I roll my eyes and pry myself from Taylor's grasps. His taut muscles put up a fight and he ends up rotating in the bed before letting me go.

"Brooke we're decent." I tuck my strands of hair behind my ear, slipping out the bed. It takes her minute before she's throwing the cover back onto the bed, over Taylor's head.

"Really, that fast?" She stares at me confused as I dig through my duffle bag for some socks, my feet freezing the second they came in contact with the hardwood floor.

"We weren't indecent when you can barreling through the door." I laugh, pulling out my rainbow polk-a-dot socks and falling back into the bed.

"Oh, well thats no fun." She huffs, puffing a loose strand from her face. She waits patiently for a few seconds. "Hurry up! Mama's starving and you're making the pancakes!" Brooke snaps her fingers as i'm tugging on the last sock.

Huffing I stand up from the bed. Before I can reach the door Taylor emerges from the covers.

"Don't leave me!" He gasps dramatically, holding out his hand to me.

Brooklyn and I look back at him. I smile devilishly at his pleading expression.

"Bye, Taylor." Gripping the door handle I pull the door closed behind me.