I was fixing my hair in the mirror in his bathroom, trying to make some kind of sense out of the birds nest that had accumulated during out little bedroom-rumble. Taylor walked in with a little smile in a pair of board shorts and a tank top, "All's clear on the Western front." He stood behind me and played with my hair. I watched him through the mirror, marveling at the gentle way he was treating me, before turning around to face him. He smiled wider and slipped his arms around my waist, pecking my lips as he leaned down to my level. There was something different in him now, something changed. He was more tender, warmer, something almost equivalent to love.

"Did you do this to Sheila?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking.

"Do what?" His brow crinkled in confusion.

"Slowly seducing her into thinking you loved her then using her for your own pleasures?"

"I'm not doing that to you."

"Then, what are you doing with me?"

"I don't know. I'm not quite sure yet."

"Let me know when you are." I slipped out of his sly arms and walked towards the door, intending on leaving before I was in deeper than I was capable of getting myself out of. There was a knock at the door and Taylor pulled me back into the bathroom and closed the door on me. A moment later he let me out.

"Jason said there are people in the hall."

"What are we going to do?"

"Stay in here and wait until he knocks again." I nodded and sat down on the bed, flipping the television on with the remote on the night stand. He sat beside me and we watched MTV until the coast was clear.


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