I trusted Taylor with my life. He was my first friend here and everything I do now, is based around him. He makes me so happy, like I'm on Cloud 9. When we touch, it lights a fire inside of me, one that I've never felt before. Love. Do I really love Taylor? Obviously he was hot and made me experience all these feelings, but is it actually, legit, my first love? Yeah. There was no hiding it. There is no point in hiding it, trying to convince myself it's not true. It is. I love Taylor. But, am I ready for him to see, this? Of course. But I was scared. How would he react? What if I wasn't the right size for him? Will he leave?
"Baby?" he whispered.
I stared into his eyes. He noticed my reluctance.
"Baby, there is nothing to be afraid of. I-I love you. And you are everything to me. My world revolves around you. You make me, me. So, I understand if you don't want to. But just know," he said, staring into my eyes, "I love you and your sizes. Your personality, your beauty. And to me, you are perfection."
I smiled, tears gathering in my eyes, "I love you too, Taylor."
He smiled, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him as tight as I could.
"So I can?" he whispered.
I nod, grabbing one if his hands, pulling him into the bathroom.
I watched as he grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I quickly looked away, closing the door behind him, blushing. I locked the door. Here goes...
I turn around to see Taylor sitting on the toilet lid, watching my every move.
"What?" I ask, insecure if there was something wrong with me.
"Nothing, your just so beautiful." he mumbled.
I blush, walking over to my shower. I turn on the water, turning it to the hottest setting.
I turned around, looking at Taylor. I crossed my arms, embarrassed. Why did I agree to this?!
He smiled, standing up to his full height. I smiled back, watching him.
He walked up to me, so only an inch separated us, grabbing my wrist, making me uncross my arms. He put his hands on my waist, leaning in. He pecked my lips, starring straight into my eyes. Love. All I see is love and adoration. I love him. So much.
His warm hands grabbed te hem of my shirt while his forehead pressed to mine, starring me straight in the eyes. He fiddled with it, smiling at me. His eyes didn't leave mine, making me smile back at him.
"I love you." he whispered, slowly pulling my shirt up. I smiled wider. The shirt was raised so high my stomach was shown. His eyes still didn't leave mine. He pulled the shirt off of me, us both shirtless.
I blushed as his eyes finally left mine, he ran his eyes up and down my torso, blank expression.
I knew it. I wasn't the right size for him. He wanted a small girl, with the perfect curves in all the right places, maybe even a blue eyed, blonde haired girl. I wasn't that. He doesn't wan-
My train of thought was cut off by Taylor.
"What are you thinking about, beautiful?" he whispered, looking back into my eyes.
"Y-you don't want m-me, do y-you?" I stutter, tears gathering in my vision.
A confused expression covered his face. His warm hands were laid on my bare hips.
"You think I dint want you?" he whispered, just load enough so I could hear him over the water.
I nodded, the tears spilling over. He removed his hands, laying them on my cheeks. I continued to cry, a sob escaping my lips every once in a while.
He rubbed his thumbs over my cheeks bones as his hands caught my tears. His face was directly in front of mine, his lips across from mine. When my sobs quieted down, he spoke.
"Baby, I think you are the perfect. Size doesn't matter for any part of your body. I wouldn't trade you for anything." he said, shaking his head. He looked hurt. Hurt because I thought I wasn't good enough for him?
I nodded, pecking his lips. I couldn't help it. I continued to sob, tears streaming down my face. Taylor wrapped his arms around my neck, my face going to the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I eventually stopped.
I pulled away, wiping my face.
He smiled, looking hot. He still had his jeans on, the top of his underwear visible. His abs were as toned as ever, his hair messy, bandana-less. It still shocked me that he wanted me.
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, giving my body a soft squeeze. Then he ran his hands around my waistline where the top of my pants are. His warm hands stopped when they were together at the front of the sweats. His skillful hands untied the bow of the sweats. He continued to look into my eyes, making me feel better 10x.
The sweat pants soon pooled at my ankles, making me stand with only a bra and panties. His eyes still didn't leave my own.
A shot of confidence went through me, making me feel a need to take control.
His arms wrapped around my neck, hugging my tightly.
"I love you." he whispered.
"I love you, too, Taylor."
I wrapped my arms around Taylor's waist, using his action on him.
I ran my arms around his waist, and when I came to the belt buckle, I slowly undid it. Once it was unbuckled, he pulled the belt out if the loops on his pants.
The belt clattered to the ground. I grabbed the button between my thumb and pointer finger, fiddling with it, before unbuttoning it, grabbing the zipper. I pulled it down, showing more and more of Taylor's underwear.
I looked up at Taylor, his eyes meeting mine. I kept my eyes to his, not noticing he had removed his jeans.
I smiled up at him, the fog from the shower, surrounding us and making the mirror foggy.
He smiled back.
He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my shoulder and neck in the process. I felt him smile. His hands roamed my lower back, giving me goosebumps.
His hands trailed up again, roaming around my bra clip.
I felt him easily unlatch it, sliding it down my arms.
It fell to the floor, my chest bare. This is the most I have ever shown anyone. I trust him. I can show him more, without worrying that bad, right?
His eyes remained locked on mine, as mine were the same for him.
I smiled, grabbing the waistband to his American Eagle underwear. I slowly slide them down, his large hands helping me, his hands over mine. I blushed. Ok. We are almost completely naked in front of each other. The love was heavy in the room. But so was the fog.
He stepped out of the underwear, and I continued to look in his eyes.
He laid his hands on my hips, slowly pulling them down my thighs, our eyes remaining locked.
"I love you." he announced, louder than the other times.
I blush, "I love you too, Taylor."
He walked to my shower, opening the door. He stepped in, turning around to help me in. He held out his hand, helping me in. I smile at his as we both cram into the shower.
Water was rushing around us, both of our messy hair, soaked.
He pecked my lips softly, turning around and getting a sponge drenching it in body wash. I laugh, watching as he scrubs the soap into the sponge. He then started to clean me.
He started at my neck, down my chest, then my stomach, then my legs, then up to my 'area', then my arms and underarms. But the way he did everything, was hot, making it on the sexual tension scale of #7.
Once he was finished, I rinsed off. I turned around, to see his shake his hair like a dog.
"Tay! You got water in my eye!" I scream. I quickly cover my mouth, as if it would take back the scream that could get us in trouble.
Taylor snicker.
I blush at the thought of my mom coming in.
"Taylor. I'm almost positive you don't want to wash yourself with girl body wash. So um-"
"It's ok, babe. One day we can shower at my place and I'll have body wash for me and not you." he laughs, and I laugh along at his sarcasm.
We both got out of the shower, Taylor wrapping a towel around his waist, while I threw on my robe.
"Taylor? What are you going to wear?" I ask, unlocking the bathroom door.
He laugh evilly. Oh no.
He walked around me, opening the bathroom door. With the towel still tied around his waist, he opened my balcony then stepped into his room, all in only a towel. I laugh as I walk into my closet.
I grabbed undergarments, pulling them on. Then I put on Spandex and a neon green tank top. Then I pulled on neon green and black Nike elite socks.
I walked out to see Taylor laying on my bed, wearing white basketball shorts, and a blue Nike shirt. He also wore blue and white Nike elite socks.
"Oh! We are both wearing elites!" I scream, scaring Taylor who was on his phone.
He smiled at me, looking at his feet then mine.
"Yeah! Come here!" he said, patting the spot next to him.
I sat on my bed, putting my feet up.
Our feet laid next to each other as he snapped a picture. I could see it was for Instagram.
Then he leaned over to me, kissing my cheek, snapping a picture.