Maya's POV
The next few weeks went by easily. Me and Taylor still regularly calling and texting, seeing each other almost every weekend. Since the original kiss there had been...many others. But it never went further than that. I was kind of glad in a way, I didn't want to take that step unless I was fully ready, although I could feel Taylor begin to get more frustrated at times.
Each time we were in the middle of a passionate make out session, our bodies barely clothed, I'd be the one to initiate slowing down. That followed with a deep sigh from her end. She understood my reason but said it didn't make it any easier to resist me.
It was a Friday now and school was filled with talks of parties and road trips several students were going to be going on that weekend. What was I doing? I thought to myself before reaching down to grab my phone, sending Taylor a quick message.
Me: Plans for this weekend?x
Taylor: I think me and Cole are going to a party tonight if you wanna tag x
Me: Are you sure me and alcohol are a good idea? I mean you saw what happened last time x
Since Taylor had found me covered in my own blood, I was too embarrassed to drink again, and had left booze alone for a good few weeks now.
Taylor: I wasn't there to keep an eye on you last time, don't worry I'll keep you safe x
Me: I don't doubt that, pick me up at 9?x
Taylor: See you then babe x
That nickname still gave me a fluttering feeling in my stomach. I couldn't shake how different this felt to my previous relationship with Kaleb. Speaking of, I was surprised he had actually left me alone and moved on. I'd heard he was dating this new girl now, Zara or something. I was slightly worried for the girls safety and hoped that she was stronger than I was in those situations.
I often found myself comparing me and Taylor to my previous relationship, I mean we would do all the things couples were supposed to. Cuddle, watch movies, hold hands etc.
That confused me even more. Was I in a relationship? What even were we? I needed reassurance that she was falling as hard as I was, because if not, I had a long way to climb before reaching normality again.
Taylor POV
I had arrived outside Maya's house at 9:15, the reason for my lateness being I was extremely fucking nervous to take her to a party. The last one we had both gone too had ended in me passing out and her with a nice size bruise on her face.
I stepped out of my car and went to ring the door bell, before I had chance the door opened and I was met with a pair of warm arms, that immediately wrapped themselves around my neck. My tense body soon relaxed in her tight embrace and I buried my face into the crook of her neck, smelling the sweet vanilla shampoo I had become accustomed to so well.
I slowly pulled back, latching my eyes onto hers.
"Hi." She grinned, she was too fucking cute and my heart hurt.
My eyes trailed down her body, finally noticing what she was wearing. I let my jaw drop slightly, her hair falling in waves down the sides of her face in an organised mess, her makeup was natural but helped to show off her mellow brown eyes and cheekbones, a tint of red lipstick upon her lips. I stared down at the tight red crop top she was wearing, revealing her toned stomach that led to her extremely skinny white jeans that gripped her curves in all the right places and then to her tall black heels, that helped to make her the same height as me.
