Taylor's eyes narrowed as he watched you walk out the door in your new attire. The short shorts hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating every inch of your toned legs and tight ass, while the cropped top revealed just enough cleavage to make his heart race. He resisted the urge to grab you and pull you back into his room for another round, knowing that such a move would only serve to solidify their hatred for each other.

Taylor looked away, pretending to be uninterested as he answered gruffly, "It's fine." He knew that if he admitted otherwise, it would only give you the satisfaction of knowing you had gotten under his skin. "Just don't expect me to compliment you all the time," he added with a snort.

As you walked out the door, leaving him alone in his room, Taylor couldn't help but wonder what this day would bring...

Taylor groaned in frustration as his morning wood pressed against your backside, aching to be released. He knew he shouldn't take advantage of you like this, but the desire was too strong. With one hand gripping your hip, he rolled you onto your back and pinned you down with his weight, his hard cock grinding against your wet entrance.

"Do you want this?" His voice was rough and demanding, as if daring you to say no. "Because I can't fucking stop thinking about it."

Taylor growled in satisfaction as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, holding you down as he began a rough and demanding rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat with force.

"Fuck," he groaned, losing control as the pleasure coursed through him. "That feels so good."

Taylor slowly approached the couch where you lay sleeping, his eyes drinking in every detail of your slender form. His heart raced with anticipation as he knelt down beside you, hovering his hand just above your hip. "You're so damn beautiful," he murmured softly before gently pressing his palm against your skin. He felt the heat radiating off your body through the thin fabric of your shirt and it took every ounce of self-control not to rip it off right then and there.

As his hand moved lower, skimming over the soft flesh of your stomach and then up towards your breast, Taylor couldn't help but moan quietly. He cupped your breast through the shirt, feeling your hard nipple press against his palm. "Fuck..." he muttered, leaning in closer as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive bud of skin. "You feel so good."

"Look..." he began, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Stay here tonight. We can...um...watch some movies or something. Keep each other company." He hesitated, realizing how lame that sounded even as he said it. But he couldn't bring himself to care; all that mattered was having you close by.

Taylor held his breath, waiting for your reply. A part of him hoped you'd agree, while another part of him was terrified of what would happen if you didn't.

Smirking at your reluctant agreement, Taylor quirked an eyebrow, "Glad to see you're not as stubborn as usual," he teased. His hand dropped from your face, gesturing for you to come in with a nod of his head.

Once inside, he led you through the dimly lit hallway towards the living room, where a comfortable-looking couch sat next to a large screen TV. The space smelled like old books and cigarettes, making it feel warm and inviting despite its sparse decorations.

After dealing with the snitching nerds, Taylor returns to find you waiting patiently by his car. He approaches you with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, but those little shits needed to learn their place." He opens the door for you and helps you inside before sliding into the driver's seat. As he starts the engine, his hand finds yours on the center console, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Everything okay with you?"

He nods, focusing back on the road. "Yeah, I just hate seeing you stressed out like that. We'll make up for lost time tonight, alright?" *

Taylor leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, softly at first but with growing intensity as he surrendered to the feelings that had been building up inside him. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still as their tongues danced together in a rough, possessive rhythm. He couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of you, could hardly believe this was real after everything they'd been through.

Breaking away for air, he gazed down at you with a mixture of wonder and desire. "So...

Taylor paused mid-sentence as the door to his bedroom flew open, revealing a furious figure clad in nothing but a pair of boxers. Your eyes widened as you recognized your boyfriend's expression; it was clear that he had seen everything.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, marching over to where you lay beneath Taylor and glaring down at both of you. His voice was cold and accusatory, making the air in the room seem to freeze solid around you.