Invisible String

Truth or Champagne

Taylor pulls back from the kiss which only lasted for a few seconds. She blushes and looks up at Joe's face. He cups her cheeks and kisses her again. After pulling back they kiss for the third time, and then fourth time, each time kissing a little bit more deeply, exploring each other's mouth, with a little bit more passion. She puts her hand around his neck and parts her lips slightly finally letting him in. He explores her mouth with his tongue. His hot breathe feels so good. Her whole body feels hot but she also feels cold chills from the rain. This mixed sensation makes her stomach churn in a beautiful bliss. She can't think of anything else at this moment. There's an electricity between them which sends spark through her whole body. A rush. A rush that's giving her goosebumps. He finally pulls back and looks at her with lustful eyes. She sighs. She wants more of him. She doesn't want him to stop. But he stops and kisses her forehead this time. He then slowly takes her hand leading them to the car.

As soon as they get inside the car, both of them fall silent. They can't even look at each other right now. Joe can't think of anything else. Did he do the right thing? She kissed him back right? So that means she liked it too. He just doesn't want their friendship to die. What if she gets angry later? He finally dares to look at Taylor. Her cheeks are almost red, like a rose. It's either from the coldness of the rain or from the kiss that they shared earlier. Her white dress has become more see through now. He can almost see her white lingerie underneath. He takes off his coat and hands it to her. She looks up at him and takes it with a soft smile.

Back into the hotel room, Taylor takes off her wet clothes and takes an warm bath. Her mind is still wandering over the kiss. Was it just a kiss for the rain? Was it just because they are in Paris? Maybe it was just a friendly gesture from him. But then she remembers his hunger, how he was kissing her like it was everything he has ever wanted, how he explored her mouth, how their tongues danced together. Friends don't do it in that way. She slightly blushes reminiscing their sensual moment. But her mind gets diverted as she hears a knock on the door. She comes out of the bath and puts some cozy clothes on. At least she didn't forget to bring clothes this time.

"I thought you'd never come out," Joe scoffs entering the bathroom. He needs a shower too. He can't stay in these wet clothes forever. He has no intention of catching cold in the middle of their honeymoon.

Taylor rolls her eyes and goes to the bed. She turns the tv on while snuggling under the covers. Few minutes later, Joe comes out showering.

"Are you hungry?" He asks her and she nods. It's hard to act normal because of what just happened few hours ago. How does he do this? He's acting so chill all the time.

"I think we need to call for room service because it's still raining outside," She yawns.

"How about we go to the hotel's restaurant?" He asks fixing his hair.

"Oh I didn't think about it. We could do that."

"Then get ready."

"Again?" She whimpers, "Why don't we just call in for room service. I'm tired anyway."

"Okay then," He shrugs and orders food for them.

When the food arrives both of them dig into it. Joe pours some champagne in his glass and asks Taylor if she wanted some too. She nods in agreement. But she doesn't know if it's a good idea to drink while being in the same room with him. Well how bad can it get though. The not so old memory of them kissing creeps back in her mind again and she feels frustrated about it. Why can't she just stop thinking about it and be normal like Joe. After they finish eating, the hotel staff takes their plates and cleans their room once again.

"I'm so bored," Taylor whimpers as she keeps changing channels on the tv.

"I just want to sleep now," Joe mutters while scrolling through his phone.