Taylor sighed deeply, but nodded when Amelia snarled back at him. This was going so well, he thought, good job Taylor. He eventually nodded, his mind clouded and messy when he tried to piece them together. He failed miserably, and watched kiss his cheek. It took most power in him to not lean in and kiss her again, as he sat still as a mouse. He watched Amelia walk to her bedroom, lingering in the doorway. He wanted to reply with a proper answer, but his throat was tied together. Tightly. He almost felt nauseous.
When Amelia left for her room, Taylor sat still for a few minutes. He was drowsy, almost dropping into a slumber as he just breathed in and out in a slow rhythm. He wanted to join her in her bed, but what if- what if they ended up during something when they were sober? What would their excuse be then? Taylor let his mind wander, for what seemed forever but in reality wasn't more than half an hour. He stood up, went to the bathroom to do his business. He retreated to the door Amelia went through. He stopped in the doorway for half a second, before he went to the bed. Taylor pulled off his shirts, and wondered if he should sleep in his pants again or pull them off. He went with the second option, thought to himself that he could blame the alcohol, as he dipped into the soft bed.
The pillows was scented with Amelia's sweet scent, mixed with something else he couldn't pinpoint. He didn't care. He ended up staring into the ceiling, for a while.
@ineffable
When Amelia left for her room, Taylor sat still for a few minutes. He was drowsy, almost dropping into a slumber as he just breathed in and out in a slow rhythm. He wanted to join her in her bed, but what if- what if they ended up during something when they were sober? What would their excuse be then? Taylor let his mind wander, for what seemed forever but in reality wasn't more than half an hour. He stood up, went to the bathroom to do his business. He retreated to the door Amelia went through. He stopped in the doorway for half a second, before he went to the bed. Taylor pulled off his shirts, and wondered if he should sleep in his pants again or pull them off. He went with the second option, thought to himself that he could blame the alcohol, as he dipped into the soft bed.
The pillows was scented with Amelia's sweet scent, mixed with something else he couldn't pinpoint. He didn't care. He ended up staring into the ceiling, for a while.
@ineffable