Do Players Fall In Love?

Chapter 30.

Chapter 30.

TAYLOR'S P. O. V.

"They hurt, is that normal?"

She laughs. "Huge ones like these, yeah." Lauren and I are sat on the floor of my bathroom while she spreads her foundation across my neck.

I sigh. "Is it working?"

"Uh, not really. I'm a bit more tan than you, so it looks like you have a skin disease."

Groaning, I let my head fall back against the wall. "I hate drinking. Did you see the one on him?"

Lauren nods while smiling. "Yeah. I'm more worried about him and how he's going to cover that because damn, it was huge."

I shake my head. "Enough about him and the situation, just try to push my hair forward."

"Am I allowed to bring up that he said he was your big fucking baby last night because I think that was kinda cute," she says, parting my hair.

"No, nothing involving what happened in the past twenty-four hours."

"Fine. I'm gonna have to wipe off the makeup. This looks terrible." She admits and laughs lightly when she looks at my neck. She opens her packet of wipes and gets to work. When the makeup is off, she tries again to cover it with my hair.

"I don't think this works either."

"Why not?" I ask, running my hands through my- oh.

"That. You always do that and you're going to push your hair back," she explains.

"Then what do I do? I'm so screwed and-"

The door to the bathroom opens, and hits Lauren in the back of the head. I burst out in laughter at the way her body jolted forward. She rubs her head with a pained expression and I laugh even harder, my eyes closing.

"Blake, you ass," she mutters. My laughter slows and I wipe the tears forming at the edge of my eyes. When my visions clears, it's not Blake standing there. His face doesn't have one trace of amusement. He nudges his head to the door signaling Lauren to leave.

"Oh, I think I just got a text from my mom saying I have to be home right this second. Bye Taylor!" She rushes out of her spot and before shutting the door again, she winks at me.

He immediately walks to the cabinet and opens it. I want to ask why is he here, and why did he come back, and why does he have an icepack with him? I'm still sitting on the floor with my back against the wall and my legs layed out in front of me. The huge bruise on his neck is blinding.

He gathers a new toothbrush, toothpaste, a rag, a cup of water, and the icepack. I don't say anything, and neither does he. I have such strong emotions towards him right now but I don't know which one I should act on.

Once he's got everything, he pulls out his glasses from his pocket and hooks them on. Then he kneels down, placing his knees on either side of me and sits on my legs in that position. I'm still shocked that he's even here, and I'm clueless as to what his intentions are.

"Tie up your hair," he mutters. I do as he says, throwing my hair up into a bun with the hair tie he handed me. Why am I listening to him?

The first thing he does is take off the wrapping the the toothbrush, throwing the crinkled paper on the floor. His eyes focus on my neck and I realize what he's trying to do. He leans in closer and inspects the bruise. His breath fans across it and I just know he can see the goosebumps forming. The bristles meet my neck, moving from the center outward. I hiss at the pain and reach out for something to hold on to. I end up fisting the hem of Zach's white t-shirt in my hands.