Your enemy || Taylor
Taylor har alltid hatat dig och i gengäld har du hatat honom. Ni två kunde inte ens placeras i samma rum utan att något gick fel och saker till och med blev fysiska. Han är bara en absolut mardröm. Men när du tar din pojkvän på bar gärning när han hånglar med en annan person vänder du dig till Taylor för att få tröst. Skulle du ta tillfället i akt att komma närmare Taylor eller låta honom knulla dig till glömska och komma tillbaka till din pojkvän? Valet är ditt. KVINNLIG ELLER MANLIG 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.