Your enemy || Taylor
Taylor heeft altijd een hekel gehad aan je lef en in ruil daarvoor haatte jij het zijne. Jullie twee kunnen niet eens samen in dezelfde kamer worden geplaatst zonder dat er iets misgaat en dingen zelfs fysiek worden. Hij is gewoon een absolute nachtmerrie. Maar als je je vriendje op heterdaad betrapt terwijl hij met een ander vrijt, wend je je tot Taylor voor troost. Zou je van deze gelegenheid gebruik maken om dichter bij Taylor te komen of je door hem in de vergetelheid te laten neuken en je vriendje terug te pakken? De keuze is aan jou. VROUWELIJKE OF MANNELIJKE 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.