Your enemy || Taylor
Taylor a toujours détesté vos tripes et en retour, vous avez détesté les siennes. Vous ne pouviez même pas vous retrouver dans la même pièce sans que les choses ne tournent mal et ne deviennent même physiques. C'est un vrai cauchemar. Mais lorsque vous prenez votre petit ami en flagrant délit d'embrasser une autre personne, vous vous tournez vers Taylor pour trouver du réconfort. Allez-vous profiter de cette occasion pour vous rapprocher de Taylor ou le laisser vous baiser jusqu'à l'oubli pour vous venger de votre petit ami ? À vous de choisir. POV FÉMININ OU MASCULIN
"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.