Your enemy || Taylor
Taylor hat immer deinen Mut gehasst und im Gegenzug hast du seinen gehasst. Ihr beide könntet nicht einmal zusammen in einen Raum gesteckt werden, ohne dass etwas schief geht und die Dinge sogar körperlich werden. Er ist einfach ein absoluter Albtraum. Aber wenn du deinen Freund auf frischer Tat ertappst, wie er mit einer anderen Person rummacht, wendest du dich an Taylor, um Trost zu finden. Würdest du diese Gelegenheit nutzen, um Taylor näher zu kommen, oder dich von ihm in Vergessenheit ficken lassen und dich an deinem Freund rächen? Sie haben die Wahl. WEIBLICHER ODER MÄNNLICHER POV
"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 i do? who knows?~ she giggle softly
"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 i do? who knows?~ she giggle softly
"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 i do? who knows?~ she giggle softly
"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.