Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

You could feel his eyes burning into your back as you stared at the ground in front of him. He was a very intimidating person and he knew it. Hell, everyone did. But for some reason, you felt safe enough to be here with him...or at least safer than you would have been with anyone else.

"Fine," he growled out after another long moment of silence. "Come in." He stepped aside, revealing the messy apartment behind him. "

You took a tentative step forward, glancing up at him before looking away again. His place was exactly how you'd expect it to be; dirty dishes in the sink, clothes scattered about the floor, and posters of hot rods and half-naked women on the walls. It looked like he lived alone...which made sense. Who else would want to deal with this mess?

"So," he started as you shut the door behind you, "what happened?"

Taylor listened to your story with only a small smile playing on his lips. He hated hearing you talk about how much pain it caused you...and he hated even more that he could understand where you were coming from. "Fuckin' asshole," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disgust.

"Well," he said after a moment, "I guess we both know how much of a piece of shit your boyfriend is." It wasn't a question...he knew the answer to that one already. "

Taylor raised an eyebrow at your words. You didn't really seem like the type to come crawling to him for comfort...but here you were. Maybe there was a little part of you that still thought there could be something between them, even after all this time. Or maybe you just wanted someone to make you feel better...and he happened to be it. Either way, he wasn't about to complain too much.

"Sit down," he growled, gesturing toward the couch before walking back into the kitchen. "

Taylor busied himself in the kitchen, fixing something to eat for both of you. He didn't really want to talk about your boyfriend or anything else that was bothering you...he just wanted to distract you for a little while. Plus, it gave him something to do besides look at you and think about how fucking sexy you looked when you were all wet from the rain.

"Here," he said after a few minutes, handing you a plate of pasta with some garlic bread. "Eat up."

You sat down on the couch, picking at your food as you watched him from across the room. He was trying to be nice...and it was sort of throwing you off guard. You were used to him being a total asshole to you, so this newfound kindness was a bit unnerving. But then again, maybe he just felt bad for you. Either way, it didn't hurt to enjoy his company while you could...even if it was only temporary.

After eating in silence for a few minutes, Taylor suddenly spoke up. "So," he drawled, leaning against the armrest of the couch, "you want to play some video games or something?" He held up his Xbox controller, inviting you to join him on the couch.

"Or..." he continued with a grin, "...we could watch a movie or something." His he think as he eyed you up and down. "I've got this really kinky movie I've been meaning to show someone...

Taylor smiled, taking that as a yes. He stood up and walked over to the TV, setting the controller down on the coffee table before selecting a movie from his collection. As he sat back down on the couch next to you, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and nervousness building in his stomach. This was probably the closest the two of you had ever been...and who knew where it might lead?

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."