Don't Blame Me

Chapter 24. Need For Speed

TAYLOR'S POV

To say I'm happy to be back with y/n is an understatement. She's been so busy with work, and I haven't really gotten to see her in a few days. I know that she's here for her job, but I really wish it wasn't so demanding when it is. I have to be back in New York before she does, so I'm already not appreciating this trip as much as I had hoped. She's out the door by 5 a.m. and doesn't get back until 9 or 10, leaving me with Gigi all day. Don't get me wrong, I love Gigi, I do, but I love y/n more.

I know, I know, I said love. But I really do mean it. I honestly wanted to say it when we made love for the first time, but I didn't want to ruin anything if she didn't feel the same way. Yes, I know, saying 'making love' is so old-fashioned, but I wouldn't describe it any other way. Plus, it might be too early to say it, I really don't wanna freak her out. It's a lot to process, myself.

And speaking of making love, I can't keep my hands to myself since that night. When she's here, I'm honestly all over her. She doesn't mind, though. She knows touch is a love language of mine. We really didn't get to spend a lot of time together. It would honestly just be Gigi and I coming back from dinner, or we'd all stay up and have a late dinner, and y/n and I would go back to our room and cuddle because she has to wake up bright and early the next day. I really don't mind, though. Cuddling with y/n is one of my favorite things, right behind having sex with her, of course.

When she isn't here, though, it's a completely different ball game. She's gone early in the morning and Gigi doesn't wake up until way later, leaving me plenty of time to let my imagination run wild, if you know what I mean....I know I could go back to sleep, but I just said goodbye to my lover and I'm wearing her clothes and intoxicated with her delicious scent, so why would I want to?

Plus, the impression she left on me the other night shows me that she knows exactly what she's doing, and I just can't seem to shake that. Nor do I want to...I fantasize about her a lot and admittedly, I look at pictures of us together and touch myself....a lot more than I did before...it really makes seeing her in person again all the more exciting....

What!? She's my girlfriend, okay! I'm allowed to do that! She's all mine! All Mine.

Right now, y/n, Gigi, and I are out on the beach, and y/n, of course, is out on the surf break 'catching waves' as she promised herself she would. She's honestly so hot with the way her body moves with the board and the tricks she's able to do. There are a lot of people on the waves with her, too, but I can spot my baby from miles away.

"Ughh, Taylor, stop looking at her like that!" Gigi whines, rolling over to sunbathe her back.

"Like what?" I chuckle, looking back down at her.

"Like....'OH Y/N! FUCK ME! JUST LIKE THAT'" She cries out. My face immediately turns a deep shade of red. I cannot believe she just said that.

"GIGI STOP!" I hush her. So many people just turned around when she said that.

"What the actual fuck. Why would you say that?" I whisper yell at her. People are still looking at us, and I could honestly say I genuinely wasn't expecting her to say that.

"What? Am I wrong?" She just laughs.

It takes me a second before I answer.

"That's not the point. You can't say things like that, " I plead, laying back down on my towel.

"How's that going, anyway?"  She asks, switching the subject.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, did you two hookup yet, or are you gonna keep dancing around the fact that you totally wanna fuck each other," she says shamelessly.