(I want you)
Taylor held on to Ashley as she kissed her neck and pulled her even closer.
They were alone. It was just them. Up in her room and their slates are clean.
Taylor loved in shades of wrong and their broken hearts made a mosaic, a masterpiece, a work of art.
This love is great. This love is wild. This love is alive.
Ashley ran her hands along Taylor's dress "As much as I love this" she whispered "I have to take it off."
Taylor smirked "I only bought this dress so you could take it off."
(My hands are shaking from holding back from you)
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Fanfiction"Lord save me, my drug is my baby, i'll be using for the rest of my life" In which Taylor Swift's reputation is fucked but Ashley Frangipane doesn't care because she loves her for the soft laughter she hears in the silence, not the soft kisses in th...
