~Taylor's P.O.V~
"Thanks for coming Kyle," I said again as we sat in my bedroom.
"No problem, " he replied, "For the fiftieth time."
I stared down at my bed, and played with my sheets, depression overtaking me. A tear almost falls until Kyle puts my chin up.
"Don't be sad, its her loss," he tells me.
And then, he kissed me. And he holds me. He kisses me more, and I kiss back.
I guess I'm bisexual.
He lays me down on the bed, and starts to kiss my neck, making me moan quietly. He kisses me again, softly.
I push him back, "Kyle..."
"I know, I shouldn't be doing this," he says. "I should go."
I pull him back, "No, stay."
He smiles and kisses me again. I kiss back. He stops, and looks at me.
"What?" I ask.
"You're beautiful, you know that," he says and smiles. I smile back, and kiss him again.
He pulls at my shirt and I smile through our kisses, so he pulls it up. He stops so he can take it all the way off. I tug at his shirt, and he takes it off.
I stare at his abs, his beautiful abs. He notices my staring, "Do you want to touch them?" I shoot my head up to look at him, and I bite my lip.
"Can I really?" I ask.
"Go ahead," he tells me. I begin to touch them. He chuckles so I stop. He begins to kiss me again.
I hope this night never ends...