Taylor grabbed the clothes without question, as he bluntly stood in the room, confused in a way. He nodded to her replies, not saying a word. His mind kept going back to the evening before, how beautiful she looked, how good she tasted against his lip, how- Taylor stopped himself, before he got embarrassed. He saw Amelia walk out of the bedroom, and soon after the water was turned on. He sat down in the bed and waited patiently, but his head kept turning worse and worse. It was a dull pain in the back of his skull, slowly sneaking up over the top of his head and behind his eyes. Taylor let a hand squeeze around the bridge of his nose, to try and take some tension but it didn't help. 
The water stopped and Amelia exited the bathroom a few minutes later. He didn't hear her enter the bedroom, before she spoke. Taylor looked at her, and forced a smile. 
"Do you have any kind of painkillers?" he asked, not mentioning the alcohol from yesterday; he didn't wanted to bring up memories of them making out on the couch. He stood up, the clothes in his hand as he waited for her reply. He tried not to take in how cute Amelia looked, but his mind had other plans. It made a memory of her standing there with a slightly worried look in her eyes. 
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