Taylor looked down at her, when she straddled his lap. His broad hands rested on her hips, his breath slow and almost inaudible. His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes, before he smiled lightly. 
"I guess I'm not your type then-" he replied, leaning closer, "but am I allowed to try and change that..?" he asked curiously, eyes slowly closing when he got closer. He could feel the her breath on his lower lip. The alcohol made everything fuzzy around him, but he needed this. Wanted this so badly. He placed his lips on hers. 
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