Waking up alone on the floor of the cabin, I look around trying to figure out where Taylor went. Things may have been hazy after I read Zac's letter but I know that I fell asleep in Taylor's arms as he tried to comfort me during my breakdown.
Standing up I look down at the shattered picture frames on the floor, realizing that I did that. I caused that damage to be done. I knew I would have to clean it up eventually. It was only right to do that, I had made the mess.
Hearing footsteps coming down the hall, I turn to see Taylor coming into view, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair dripping wet. At least he finally got a shower.
"You woke up," Taylor smiles at me, his hand running through his hair. I have to look away from him to stop the butterflies in my stomach. I haven't seen him naked since our drunken one night stand four months ago and even then I didn't get butterflies seeing him naked.
I nod my head, "Yeah, I was wondering where you had gotten off too," I force a smile as I turn to look at him again. I do my best to ignore the feelings he is causing me to have.
Taylor laughs as he sits down on the couch, "I figured it was time I finally showered. I swear my clothes could stand on their own when I took them off finally," he shrugs as he looks at me. The moment our eyes lock I feel my cheeks go red. Why is just looking into his eyes making me blush?
"I should probably shower then maybe we can go back home. I know Natalie is worried sick about you," I tell him as we keep eye contact, my blush getting much worse than it was before.
"I'm not sure still if I am ready to go home," Taylor says as he lips curl into something of a smirk or maybe I am just imagining that. "But we can talk about things," he nods. "Maybe we can also go to that diner down the road that has really amazing pancakes."
I shake my head a laugh coming out, "Zac always thought those pancakes were horrendous," I sigh as I walk down the hall towards the bathroom. I know I will have to put the same clothes back on but I need a shower. I need something to cool me down.
Going into the bathroom, I shut the door, stripping naked. Reaching for the clothes I took off I lay them on the back of the toilet and go to the shower, turning the water on. When I am satisfied with the temperature I step in, my head falling back as the water hits me.
Closing my eyes all I can see is Taylor standing in just a towel with his body dripping wet. Maybe this shower was a bad idea.
Biting my lip I let my hand travel between my legs one of my fingers finding their way inside of me. As I began to move it all I can think of is how Taylor felt inside of me when we had sex. It wasn't the best sex of my life but it was good.
Moaning out as my finger moves faster I close my eyes tighter a second finger going inside of me. I know I am really going to hell now if I wasn't before. Getting off to thoughts of Taylor. I don't love him so maybe I can equate what is happening today to being horny. It's not like I have had sex since our one night stand. I haven't.
"T...Taylor," I moan out as both of my fingers now move at the same pace. "Fuck Taylor."
The moment after I get the fuck Taylor out is when my eyes shoot open. Feeling someone moving my fingers out of me I look down into a pair of blue eyes. I want so badly to object or say anything but I don't, especially after he lifts my leg around his shoulder and his face heads towards my aching pussy.
I moan out again as I feel his tongue connect with my clit. My head falls back again though my eyes don't close at least not yet. First I let my hand go down and tangle in his hair which is getting wet again.
"Taylor," I whimper out as he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on it slowly teasing me. He is just as good as Zac was at this. Though he will never be the best.
When Taylor moves his mouth away I pout, looking down at him. He just laughs as he stands up, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me into him. The moment our lips connect I kiss him like I haven't been kissed in ages and I haven't at least not by the man I have wanted to kiss but he will never get that chance again because he is gone.
Kissing him more I let out a tiny groan as my back connects with the cold shower wall. "Taylor," I whisper letting myself pull away from him and look into his eyes. "I...we're not drunk."
"I know," he nods his head as he leaves a small kiss on my cheek. "But I think after last night this is what you need. To show you that you can survive without Zac. That you will be fine."
Before I have a chance to say anything more he kisses me again, his hand reaching down to lift my leg up to his waist. After he does that I close my eyes again as he enters me. His intrusion isn't unwanted though. In fact it is much needed. I need him right now. Maybe he is right. Even though I am thinking of Zac maybe I can survive without him.
Kissing him back I bit down on his bottom lip as he begins to move in and out of me at a nice pace. Before long I am matching his movements the only sounds in the bathroom now is the water running, the sound of skin on skin and an occasional moan out of either Taylor or I.
When Taylor's lips move off mine, finding their way down onto my neck, I close my eyes tighter moving my head only slightly so he can have better access to the spots he wants to kiss. It's during that moment that I can almost feel Zac's lips on me again.
Opening my eyes I take in my surroundings realizing that the feel of Zac's lips was just my imagination. Bringing Taylor closer to me I hold him as if he is my only lifeline my nails digging into his back as I do so.
"Fuck," I mutter as I feel my walls close around him my orgasm fully hitting me. "Taylor," I whimper out as I chew on my lip.
It's not long after I reach my orgasm that I feel Taylor slowing down his movements then I feel him release inside of me his lips now leaving small kisses all up and down my neck which makes me shiver.
Once he is done he lays his head against my shoulder leaving a small kiss there as well.
When he pulls away I just watch as he gets out of the shower. I stand there letting the now cold water hit me, waiting until I hear the door shut and I know he is gone before I get out.
Finding a towel I wrap it around me before I bend over to turn the shower off. When it's off that is when I hear a knock at the door. Going to the door I crack it just enough so I can hear Taylor talking to whoever it is.
"Carrick," Taylor speaks his words coming out shocked at the presence of Zac's best friend and my ex. Feeling my eyes widen I chew my lip hard wondering what he is doing here. Has my mother sent him to find me and her car again?
"Is Avery here?" Carrick asks after what seems like a long moment of silence.
Again another moment of silence passes before Taylor answers him, "Yeah she is. You can come in if you want."
Hearing Taylor's words I shut the door to the bathroom. Dropping the towel I dress quickly and leave the bathroom, finding that Taylor is still wearing just a towel, though he is now cleaning up the mess I made. The mess I was going to clean up.
Carrick who is standing awkwardly by the door notices me his eyebrow raising. "Did you just get out of the shower?" he asks his voice taking a tone I don't like. I feel like he is piecing things together. Figuring out that Taylor and I had sex. That Taylor is who I had sex with to make Zac think I had moved on.
"Yeah," I answer honestly watching as he looks at Taylor who passes him to go throw away the broken glass.
Carrick just shakes his head, "It was him," he says his voice sounding hurt. "He is the one you had sex with and you did it again," he accuses his words coming out much harsher than he has ever talked to me before. "What would Zac think?" he asks as he opens the door going outside.
Running a hand through my hair I follow behind him, "Why do you even care that I slept with him again? You have never judged me before," I yell out which causes him to stop in his tracks.
"I'm not judging you Avery," Carrick tells me as he turns to face me. "I guess I just thought...never mind," he whispers as he shakes his head. "I just came here to tell you that your mom is worried and she said for you to call her."
With that said Carrick turns away from me again and walks back to his car. I jump when he slams the door shut. Frowning as he drives away I stand outside just staring at the now deserted parking place where his car was.
When I turn around I see Taylor standing on the porch. "I don't know what his problem is," I sigh as I make it to the porch.
"His problem is he loves you," Taylor states a smirk playing on his lips. "He loves you still."
Going silent at his words I refuse to believe them. Carrick doesn't still love me. Too much time has passed, anyway he knows I will never love him back, at least not romantically.