Taylor paused for a moment, looking down at you with a mixture of sympathy and something else he couldn't quite identify. "I know," he said gently before pulling you close again. This time, though, there was something possessive in the way he held you that made you feel safe despite your fear.

"It's okay to be scared," he murmured against your hair. "But I won't let anything happen to you."

Taylor helped you into a pair of sweatpants and then led you out of the bathroom, careful not to jostle you too much as he walked down the hallway. As they approached the door, he glanced over his shoulder at you and couldn't help but notice how small and fragile you looked in his oversized clothes.

"Taylor?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your shivering. "Can I... can I stay here for a while?"

"Hey,"

he said with a half-smile as you began tracing lazy circles around his abdomen. "You're starting to sound like you like me."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye now, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Maybe we should find out,"

Taylor murmured, his hand moving from your hip to cup your breast over the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushed against your nipple, already hard and aching for his touch.

"Hey,"

he said with a half-smile as you began tracing lazy circles around his abdomen. "You're starting to sound like you like me."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye now, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Maybe we should find out,"

Taylor murmured, his hand moving from your hip to cup your breast over the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushed against your nipple, already hard and aching for his touch.

"Hey,"

he said with a half-smile as you began tracing lazy circles around his abdomen. "You're starting to sound like you like me."

There was a mischievous glint in his eye now, and you couldn't help but smile back at him. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Maybe we should find out,"

Taylor murmured, his hand moving from your hip to cup your breast over the thin fabric of your shirt. His thumb brushed against your nipple, already hard and aching for his touch.