The One That Got Away

Chapter 7

“The couch is fine.” I said and took some of the containers to the coffee table.

I sat at the farthest end of the couch but Taylor pulled me close to him. He got some of the food and began eating it. I couldn’t hold myself back and ate too. The first bite of enchiladas felt like an explosion of spicy and sweet in my mouth. I couldn’t help it and a groaned slipped out from my lips.

“Damn…these are so delicious. They remind me of the ones up in-”

“They are. I had them delivered from Apple Valley.” Taylor said.

“I didn’t know they delivered.” I said.

“They don’t but I was a very convincing customer.” He said.

I smiled at him and ate some more. It felt like old times. Way before he ever was famous and stopped attending school. Way before he changed and left me. When Taylor left, not only did he take my heart but he also took my best friend. We told each other everything. If I had a rough day, he would be the first one I’d tell him. For some reason, the girls at school couldn’t be friends with me. When I moved to a new school, I knew that I wasn’t the problem. Later, I realized that the girls from Apple Valley were just jealous because I had most of the guys wrapped around my finger.

“Earth to M! Houston we have a problem.” Taylor teased. He nudged my elbow to get my attention.

“Sorry I spaced out.” I picked up the container of food and found it empty. I picked up another and it was the same.

“I tried to catch your attention but you weren’t responding. I tried using the food as bait but nothing. I accidently ate all the food.” He said sheepishly.

“So much for feeding the whole neighborhood rockstar.” I teased.

“Oops, I’ll be better prepared next time.” He said.

And there went the moment. I exhaled loudly and turned to look at Taylor. He was dressed to perfection. Even though he wasn’t all glammed up, he was hot. He was just wearing faded jeans and a red with black flannel. He had the ability to mend my broken heart or break it.

“Oh no, I recognize that look. I know what you’re thinking M.” Taylor stood up and picked up the containers of empty food.

“And what exactly am I thinking?” I asked skeptically.

He stayed silent for a couple of minutes and then I helped him clean up. When we were done, I stood next to the couch with my hands on my waist, waiting. Taylor stood in front of me.

“I don’t want to tell you so I must proceed to Plan B.” He said seriously and took a hold of my face with both of his hands.

“What exactly is Plan B?” I asked suspiciously.

“Distraction,” he said and pulled me in for a kiss.

He held my face with both hands but treated me with such fragileness. His tongue traced the opening of my mouth. “Open up, sweetie” he whispered. He shifted slightly and then my belly brushed his lower body and I felt the iron-hard length of his erection like a thunderclap. It burned into me, solid and unmistakable and with a small gasp; I pushed closer, my body seeking out more contact, reassured by the discovery.

Taylor cursed. Helplessly, I opened my lips and accepted his tongue, all the while pressing into him, loving the feel of his excitement, the way his erection grounded into me. My heart rapped against my breastbone, my stomach curled tight.

He pulled his mouth away, but it wasn’t to stop.

“Taylor,” I whispered as his lips burned across my jaw, my throat, nipping and licking. His hands slid down my back, roughly grasped my bottom and lifted me into his pelvis, his fingers plying my flesh as he moved me against him. I held onto his shoulders, dizzy with a building urgency and a tender relief. He wanted me.