Pick Me Up

Final Outcome

I wake up with Taylors arm tightly wound around me, his hand gripping my breast which only makes me laugh. I immediately blush, not because of where he is gripping, but the memories of last night and this morning come back to me. Seven times. Seven times we went. I don't even think that that's possible. How in the world can one man make a girl feel that good?

Even though I wanted to stay in that bed, in his arms, the growling from my stomach was becoming so loud that I worried it would wake him up. So getting up I had to the kitchen, searching for all the ingredients for some classic bacon and eggs I begin to make breakfast.

As the eggs and bacon scramble away a wolf whistle is heard from the doorway, a shirtless Taylor stands there staring at my attire like he could devour me. My attire being his shirt of course.

"Hey babygirl." He greets as he comes and sits at the counter.

Giving him a flirty shrug reply. "Hey handsome." He smirks and his eyes make their way to the frying pan and back to my body, from my toes an all the way up. Normally that would make me uncomfortable, but the way Taylor treated me, not just last night, but all those days before have (surprisingly) helped my self-confidence like I would never believe. I I've found myself walking taller, and with a slight spring in my step.

"And what is this lovely spread this." He says seductively. He says as if he is a dying inmate and this is his last meal.

"Bacon and eggs?" I question, flipping the eggs over.

He sinfully smirks, dropping his voice. "I wasn't talking about the bacon and eggs." His muscles tensing (is he doing that on purpose?

Blushing I plate the bacon and eggs and bring them over to the table. We eat in an unusual silence, and I'm hoping that what we did hasn't made him feel awkward. Haha, and here I was thinking I'd be the awkward one.

After both plates are empty he gives me a quick 'thank you' before awkwardly following me to the sink. As I begin to wash he speaks up.

"So.. You're still going to go out with Phillip right?" He hesitantly asks, as if he still wants me to go. My breath catches in my throat.

Is he serious?

"What?" I confusedly tilt my head. My stomach suddenly clenching with a bad feeling.

He puts his cutlery down, using his now free hands to wave in the air like casting a spell.

"You know...it was everything we got you ready for." His eyes not meeting mine. Did he feel what I felt last night? What does he want me to do? Forget that I had literally given him my all last night and go on a date with Phillip. As if Phil was even in my mind still, like I have feelings for him and not the guy that has taught me to like me.

"Yeah...but I thought...after last night and all." I mumble. But from his awkward expression I can tell that everything I felt was unrequited.

"Deanna..." He says almost sympathetically, as a parent would to their child when telling them Santa Claus isn't real. I don't take my eyes of his fidgety behaviour, which looks so uncharacteristic for a man such as Taylor.

"Oh." I half-heartedly say, to try and not show my feelings. When all I really want to say is what a dick head he is.

"It's not like that." He tries to reason. But it looks exactly like that, he sleeps with me, takes my virginity, makes me actually like him, and when I actually was thinking of getting into a relationship with him – not like he would – He tells me to keep trying to get Phillip?