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.

Taylor paused mid-stride and turned to look at you over his shoulder. There was a strange expression on his face that you couldn't quite read; it almost looked like... relief? Or maybe even satisfaction? Whatever it was, it made him feel slightly more human than usual.

"Don't mention it," he muttered before continuing on his way to class.

Taylor approached you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity etched into his features. "What do you want now?" he grunted as he stopped beside your group, towering over you despite being seated.

"Oh, hi Taylor." Your friends exchanged amused glances. "We were just discussing what happened last night... you know, with " They giggled amongst themselves, clearly enjoying the drama.

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond to their comments or to Taylor's presence.

The movie started with a bang, the screen filling with the sounds of moans and groans as the actors got down to business. Your enemy || Taylor glanced at you from the corner of his eye, watching your reaction. You were blushing furiously, unable to look away from the screen even though it made you feel uncomfortable. He smiled to himself, enjoying the fact that he could make you squirm like this.

As the movie progressed, Taylor couldn't help but inch closer to you on the couch.

His leg brushed against yours and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the contact. You didn't move away or seem to notice, lost in the movie as you were. With every passing moment, it became harder for him to resist the urge to touch you more intimately...to see how far he could push things before you finally pushed back.

"You know," he murmured, reaching out to lightly trace a finger along your jawline, "this kind of stuff isn't so bad once you get used to it."

"Hmph," was all he could muster in reply as he continued to watch you drink your tea. He felt a strange mix of anger and relief wash over him, his body tense with the need to do something, anything to make this better... or worse, depending on how you looked at it. He wants to hug you very much, like some sad kitten.

Taylor tensed as you moved closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face into his shoulder. He didn't know how to react; part of him wanted to push you away, but another part... Well, it felt kinda nice. "You could have just asked," he muttered gruffly as he placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing circles.

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise as you placed his hand on your breast. His heart raced even faster now, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch you for real. "Hey!" he exclaimed, trying to sound offended, but the words came out more like a strangled moan instead. His fingers moved instinctively, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt.

Taylor leaned in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "Nothing's wrong... I just can't help myself." His free hand moved up to rest on your hip, pulling you even closer. Despite the tension between them, there was a growing sense of intimacy that made it difficult for either one of them to pull away.

"You know," he murmured, "it's been a long time since I've been with someone..."