Magnetic Attraction

Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry about how long I took getting this chapter out! Uni is back and I also had a little bit of writer's block. Although with some help from a very patient person, I got pen to paper again woohoo! I hope you enjoy :)

"So...Joey left?" I nod in response and look up to find Taylor leaning against the bannister with a mug of coffee nestled between his hands. He's still looking very sexily disheveled but seems a little more stable on his feet thank god. Wait, he doesn't look sexily disheveled, he doesn't look sexy at all, this is Taylor, just Taylor. Sure his hair is all over the place and his stubble is growing out a bit and he's not wearing a shirt but no, it does nothing for me.

Just as I start to imagine what it would feeel like to  to run my hands over his body, my thoughts are cut off when taylor speaks up again.

"Do you want some?"

"Actually do have any hummus left? I could do with a snack"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll just need to find, just give me a sex". I whip my head around to face him as I walk into the kitchen and catch his eyes just about double in size, "Not sex. Sec. I did not mean to say sex". He spits out, hastily backtracking.

Oh the visuals. The completely r rated, inappropriate visuals running through my head right now...  I jump up onto the counter and steal Taylors cup of coffee as a distraction. As I bring the rim up to my mouth I peak over the mug to find Taylor across from me, leaning back on the fridge with a funny look on his face. One I can't really pinpoint, I look down to his hands, crossed against his chest. Whatever it is on his mind, he seems to be thinking hard.

"So did everyone actually eat all of the food? That's got to be a first right?" I say to try and lighten the air.

Taylor doesn't say anything in return, in fact the only way I know I actually spoke outloud was the smirk that appeared on his face. He takes a step towards me and closes almost all of the distance between us in 1 slow step.

"T? You good sweetie?" Okay he's officially acting weird. I'm sick of babysitting, I just want to take these jeans off and go to bed. What time is it anyway? I look down at my watch, 1.30am. Ahh that's why I'm so tired! I had a 7am meeting this morning, I've been up way to long... I look up from my wrist and find that Taylor has gotten even closer to me. He's now leaning against the counter I'm perched on top off, with his hands either side of me and his face mere inches away from mine. All thoughts of food drift from my mind as I stare into his gorgeous eyes. My mind is whirling and my stomach is in knots, what is happening?

He takes another step closer, pushing my legs open and standing between then, his arms are now closer to my body, he's trapped me here on the counter. My brain has gone foggy, I can barely think straight. This can't be happening. I can't want this to happen, he is my best friend for Gods sake!

He lifts one hand and gently cups my jaw and I basically melt into the counter, his touch radiates through my body and I feel all of my inhibitions fade away. I don't care if we're friends, I do want him, I need him.

He lowers his face down towards mine hesitantly, our noses are now touching. His half lidded eyes are staring into mine, unflinching and full of lust. Fuck it. If I don't do it now, I'm never going to do it.

I tilt my head to the left and close my eyes. I'm about to kiss my best friend. My heart is in my stomach, I can't believe I'm doing this! What if I've somehow gotten the signs wrong? What if we do this and everything becomes awkward? I can't ruin everything we have, not after everything we've gone through. I'll just pin this down to too much wine and call it a night.

Just as I'm about to try to get off the counter Taylor lunges forward. All thoughts of leaving quickly go to the back of my mind as his lips collide with mine. His lips move against mine in frantic passion. So I was right, he is an amazing kisser. His tongue slips past my open lips and and I can't help but  moan. I can't believe I'm doing this! His hands run down my sides until he reaches the hem and takes the jumper off me with ease. I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull myself closer to him. I can feel a bulge under his denim covered groin and I grind ever so slightly against it as I start kissing his neck and he lets out a deep moan. I make my way back to his lips and I lean forward so our bare chests are as close as they can be. The feeling of our skin touching is so intimate, we're really doing this. I start to unbuckle his belt and I feel him leaving kisses all over my skin, he cups my breast and the moment of pure bliss is ruined as something clicks inside of me. This is wrong. What the fuck am I doing? I'm not going to have sex with my best friend in his kitchen.

I push taylor away from me, and look up at his confused face. Oh god I hope we haven't ruined everything.
"I'm sorry". I jump off the counter and pick up the sweater off of the floor, pulling it over my head as I grab my bag in the hallway and run out of the house.

Shit shit shit.

After 10 minutes of berating myself for my stupidity and kicking myself with self loathing, I somehow find myself back on my front porch.  After struggling to find the keys in my bag through the haze of tears that have been slowly forming in my eyes, I finally make it into my house. I walk into my house and slump myself down at the base of the stairs, not even bothering to take of my shoes or drop the bag from my shoulder. I'm so emotionally drained from tonight. I feel like I'm in a dream, that can't of happened! I couldn't of let this happen. My train of thought is temporarily distracted as alf hurdles down the stairs to meet me with he same unwavering enthusiasm he has every time I come home. With alf snuggled in my arms I finally release the tears that have been forming since I made it out of Taylor's house.

"Where do I go from here alf? How badly do you think your mommy has fucked up?"