Taylor couldn't believe what he had heard. Half of him wanted to run to her and kiss her and make her believe that everything would be alright and that he would never do that to her. But the other half wanted to be furious and betrayed, resenting the fact that she could doubt him like that.
That night she wouldn't even sleep with him, sensing that he was angry with her. She understood why. She knew Zac couldn't ever help himself when a private conversation was being held. But that was something that came with Zac, it was something everyone learned to accept. A few days passed and their feelings had passified, allowing them to be once more comfortable enough to sleep next to one another. But the tension between them made the nights cold and restless. They knew they needed to talk about it.
Andrea sat on the her side of the bed. Staring blankly at the wall. Taylor, in turn, stared at the ceiling, waiting for her to say something. "Taylor?"
"What?"
"I...um....I'm sorry."
He turned to stare at her. His eyes almost venemous. "That's it? All I get is an "I'm sorry"? I've spent the past week insane over why you were mad and then why you believed those girls and finally why you didn't trust me anymore!"
"I...I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do."
"All I want is an explanation." His voice lost it's harsh edge as he sensed the tears on her words. "I really don't understand any of this." He walked around the bed and kneeled in front of her. She was crying.
"I remembered the way you were when I met you. I rememberd how you didn't care about anyone."
"But that's not who I am anymore. You know me, you know you do. Trust your knowledge of how I am today, not how I was a long time ago." He wiped away her tears, softly pulling her into a hug.
"I was afraid you would change again. I was afraid I would loose you to girls like them."
"Girls like them don't mean anything to me. You are my everything. Angel, you're never going to loose me." He felt the tears in his own eyes, and not wanting to cry he kissed her.
The kiss, intented to be gentle an reassuring quickly turned passionate and desperate. He laid her down, his tongue passing past her lips. He wanted all of her. He wanted her more than he ever had before. He knew this situation, he knew the feelings, he knew had to stop now. But he couldn't. The need for her was too great, he didn't want to stop and he didn't even try to.
He undressed her slowly. Each second stopping to gaze upon the new beauty he had uncovered. She did the same to him until they were both completely naked. He didn't take much time to look at her, one glance was enough to know that she was as perfect as he had always dreamed.
Andrea hardly knew what was happening. One moment she had been crying in his arms, afraid of loosing him. And now she lay underneath him, aching for him.
"Taylor." she gasped. He heart pounding so hard she could barely make out the word.
He kissed her instead of answering. Afraid of what she might say, afraid she would make him stop. His lips moved down her neck then up to her ear. "I want you." he whispered.
"Oh God."
"I need you."
She kissed him, nodding her head in consent.
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