Page 36 of Tailored for Them

After they closed the door, they raised their hands to fix their hair.

Even though there was nothing wrong with it.

I wanted to run my fingers through it myself, though.

“Hi,” I said as I slipped off my sneakers, “Cute jeans.”

Taylor wore light-wash straight-leg jeans with a simple forest green t-shirt.

I liked how they looked in jeans. They looked good in their athletic wear, too. But something about jeans just did it for me. Their sock-covered feet tapped a rhythm on the floor as they shoved their hands in the pockets of their pants.

“Thanks, they’re new,” Taylor did a cute little twist, showing off their perfectly toned ass and how the jeans fit them like a glove.

“I’m a big fan.” My eyes were glued on their ass until they twisted back and faced me straight on.

“This is good,” Taylor smirked, before moistening their bottom lip with their tongue.

It reminded me of the last time they did that in front of me.

How they took my face and kissed me like their life depended on it.

We never made it to my bedroom that time.

Would we make it to their bedroom this time?

“Um,” Taylor blinked and shook their head, looking a little lost in their own thoughts as well, “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?”

I smiled, “Water would be nice, actually.” I set my purse down next to my shoes, tucking my hair behind my ears in an attempt to cool off.

My heart was racing; my cheeks were flushed with both arousal and anticipation.

We both knew why I was here.

I wanted to hook up again.

They wanted to hook up again.

So, we were probably going to hook up again.

Would it be just as good as last time? Would the excitement wear off after this time?

“Here you go,” Taylor’s voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts as they slid a glass of filtered water over to me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at them again before taking a few deep gulps of water. I ended up downing the whole glass, not realizing how thirsty I was, and appreciating how the refrigerated water cooled my body down a little bit.

Taylor took the empty glass from me; their calloused fingers gently teased my own before they refilled the glass again for me.

“Sorry,” I huffed a laugh to myself, “I didn’t realize how thirsty I was.”

“No problem, hydrate or die-drate.”

I snorted into my glass of water from their words. Water dribbled down my chin, and I choked on the water I was in the middle of swallowing.

Taylor’s dark blue eyes sparkled, thrilled that they got me with that one.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, swallowed the mouthful of water, and finished my sip. I shook my head at them, smiling widely.

“I haven’t heard that one before.”

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