Last Breath - Chapter 14
"who you dressing up for babe?" Taylor asked raising an eyebrow.
"Allie and Emma. Remember, I'm spending today with them." I smiled. I wouldn't really say I was 'dressing up' tough. I was wearing a plain white t-shirt tucked into a denim skirt, it was sort of dungaree style, with straps. Accompanied by my black heels, and a golden chain with a big love heart dangling freely from my neck. I had changed my make-up. I opted for something more, vibrant. And so my eyelids were covered with a deep blue eye-shadow, I had a darker shade of blush on, and a vibrant red lipstick, smeared over my soft lips. I looked behind my reflection in the mirror, to be greeted with the sight of Taylor spread across my bed casually. Using his elbow to prop him up. He hadn't styled his hair today, left it sort of, bed-head, style. He had a tight, white t-shirt on, which hugged him closely. And his light blue jeans, with rips in various area's, also hugged him incredibly. He looked almost like a Greek god. A more fashionable one of course. I closed my eyes and smiled. I felt so lucky to have Taylor. Lucky that someone like him would even bother to look at me. I felt almost honoured to call him mine. I could hear him getting up of my bed. Soon enough he was standing so close I could feel the heat radiating of his body and making the hairs on the back of my neck raise slightly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I suddenly felt protected. He spoke up, and so I reluctantly opened my eyes and prepared to listen to his angelic voice.
"All day ?" He questioned. A flicker of sadness shot through his beautiful eyes. I took the time to truly take in his eyes. They were sort of soft and warm in the centre. A beautiful shade of chocolate brown. Then they hardened out around the edges, were they were and equally beautiful shade of deep hazel.
"Yes." I whispered. The atmosphere was so intense. I could feel Taylor's soft steady heartbeat against my back. He didn't need to feel mine. I'm sure he could hear it. My heart had increased rapidly, because of his electrifying touch.
"But I'll miss you." He whispered back, moving his head so he was whispering directly in my ear, which made my whole body tingle. The intense atmosphere wasn't a bad one. It was so intense with love, lust, protection and a mixture of excitement. His words made me smile. At the thought that he would miss me. The icy walls that were surrounding my stone heart had melted. And now with every compliment, smirk, wink, kiss, Taylor was softening the cold stone that beat in my chest.
"Come with me?" I questioned. Hope was clear in my tone of voice. I didn't want to spend a day away from Taylor. I wanted him to carry on melting my heart. Until it was almost just a liquid pulsing in my chest.
"Really?" His voice sounded even more excited. His pitch had risen, and now it sounded more like an angelic song. I turned to face him and placed my hands on the back of his neck. Pulling his soft delicate hair through my fingers. It felt like sand, slipping through my fingertips. I pulled him closer. Even though every part of my body was touching his, he felt so far away. I leaned forwards, and just before my lips touch his I whispered "Yes, really" And then I let the burning passion decide my fate. After kissing for what seemed like hours, I broke away. I left a small trace of kisses down his jawline to his neck. I kissed his neck so soft and delicate before resting my head in the crook of his neck. It had been a week already, a week since Taylor moved in. I didn't think me and Taylor could get any closer, but sure as hell, as soon as he moved in, I felt as though we were a hell of a lot closer. This time two weeks ago we were in the shower having sex, although, I don't need to go into detail about that. It took me a while to notice. I mean, I looked at the clock and saw the date. Then it clicked, it was my birthday. Taylor broke away from my embrace, and waltzed off down the attic stairs. I turned back to look at my reflection. Ok. So most of my lipstick happened to transfer onto Taylor. I re-applied my lipstick and sat on the bed, grabbing my phone from the table.
