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| Taylor pushed the off button on the phone and jumped off the bed. He grabbed his boxers from the top of my dresser and pulled them on. �Taylor, do you care to tell me what the hell that was about?� I asked. �Yeah�they fucked up the album covers and we have to go to Chicago and re-design them because Isaac never liked them in the first place so now he has an excuse to get them how he wants them,� he said in one breath. �Oh. Well you like Chicago. When are you leaving?� �Flight�s at three,� he said, glancing at my clock radio. �Oh,� I said quietly. My dance company�s production was tomorrow night and I knew without even asking that he wouldn�t be there. �When do you get home?� �Well that depends on how much changing Prince Isaac wants to do. A week at the least,� he said. I was silent as I watched him try desperately to find his tee shirt. �Nat, have you seen my shirt?� he asked without even looking at me. I pulled it over my head and tossed it to him. He looked up and smiled. �It smells like you,� he said. �That bath stuff you use. I love it.� �Can you toss me a pair of PJ pants and a shirt?� I asked him, pointing to the dresser. �Sure thing,� he said as he pulled the top drawer open. �Jesus Natalie�you have way too many pairs of pajama pants.� �Yeah yeah, just hand me the plaid ones,� I told him. �We could get into your extensive collection of leather pants, but I just don�t have that kind of time on my hands.� �Funny,� he said as he threw the pants at my head. �Do you need underwear?� �Yeah and the green tee that matches these pants,� I answered. He walked over and placed them in my lap. �Thanks,� I told him. �No problem.� He leaned over and kissed me softly, then jumped off the bed. I got dressed quickly and jumped up next to him. �You sure you have everything?� I asked him as I checked around my room quickly. �Yeah. Wait, no. One sec,� he said, walking toward my nightstand. He opened the top drawer and took out my bottle of Pearberry Bath & Body Works lotion. �Can I take this with me?� he asked. �Taylor what the hell do you need with my lotion?� I asked, laughing at him. �If I open the bottle or put some on my hands, it�ll smell like you,� he said quietly. My heart nearly melted into a puddle right there on the hall floor. �Sure,� I told him. �You can take it�if you promise not to go out in public smelling like it.� He laughed as we walked down the stairs. �I promise,� he said. When we reached the closet I picked up his jacket and his sweater. He slid the jacket on, then held the scarf in both hands and flipped it over my head. He pulled me up next to him by the scarf and kissed me goodbye. He dropped the ends of the scarf at my sides and he unlocked the door. �I�ll be back, Nat,� he told me as he stepped out the door. �I know,� I replied. �I love you Taylor,� I said, playing with the ends of his scarf. �I love you too Natalie. Don�t you ever forget it.� |
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| Chapter Nine |