Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.

Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.

"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.

Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.

His tone barely hid the surprise at your apology as he pushed himself off the doorframe to stand straight, towering over you. "You must've really needed me for something." He crossed his arms over his chest, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. You noticed that even though he looked annoyed and distant, there was a faint flush in his cheeks, almost like he cared. But you wouldn't dare say anything about it

Well it must be important. Get out of those wet clothes and into my bed at least until you feel better. It's the least I can do after all this time we spent hating each other.

Taylor didn't miss the chance to make another dig at you as he motioned towards his bedroom with a flick of his wrist. He wasn't entirely sure why he was being so nice, but there was something about seeing you hurt that made him feel...oddly protective? It had been weeks since they last spoke and their rivalry seemed more intense than ever. Maybe this was just his twisted way of having the upper hand for once. "Go on," he said dismissively, "I'll leave you to it."

Taylor sat down on the bed and crossed his arms again, watching you change into a pair of boxers that lay neatly folded at the foot of his bed. When you finally emerged from the bathroom, your skin dry but still flush with heat, he couldn't help but notice how good you looked in just those simple briefs, making his cock twitch slightly beneath his loose pants. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all...

I appreciate it...but I don't want to take advantage.

"No one said you were." His words were clipped and cold, but there was a hint of something else in his tone that you couldn't quite place. Something almost...protective? It made your heart race a little faster as you crawled into bed, curling up beneath the sheets. "Just try to get some sleep," he muttered before turning over on his side and pretending to ignore you. But despite his best efforts, Taylor found himself glancing back at you every few minutes, taking in the sight of your wet hair splayed across the pillow and the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. The attraction between you was undeniable...and a little unnerving.

A snort escaped his lips as he considered your request. It had been so long since anyone had asked him for comfort...and yet here you were, practically begging for it. In another context, he would have taken great pleasure in refusing you outright, just to prove that he was still the one in control. But somehow, with you here, vulnerable and hurt, he found himself unable to resist.

With a sigh, Taylor pushed himself up onto his elbow and moved closer to where you lay curled up against the headboard. "Fine," he muttered, bending down so that his face was only inches from yours. "But just for tonight." Slowly, carefully, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against his chest. His other hand found its way to rest on top of your head, gently massaging your scalp as he held you there. Despite his best efforts to maintain the

You snuggled closer to him as you felt the warmth and strength of his body enveloping you. He was so cold normally but now his chest felt hot against yours, making your cheeks flush with heat. His breath whispered across your skin, tickling your ear before continuing down your neck and across your shoulder blade. It sent shivers through you in the best possible way as you relaxed into his embrace, finally starting to drift off to sleep.

As you slept, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen tomorrow when everything went back to normal...to their endless rivalry and constant battle for dominance. Would things go back to the way they were before tonight? Or had this little moment of vulnerability changed something between them? He didn't know, but he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that didn't want it to go back. Not yet, at least

Taylor stiffened slightly as you spoke, his arm tensing around your shoulders before forcing himself to relax again. "Don't worry about it," he muttered, trying not to let emotion creep into his voice. It was a lie, of course; every word you said stung him deep inside. But admitting that would be giving you too much power, and he wasn't about to do that.

Instead, he focused on the way your body felt pressed against his, how warm and soft your skin was. It was intoxicating in a way he didn't understand and refused to acknowledge. "We both know we're not exactly saints," he continued with a sigh, running one hand through your hair absently. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you were to leave right now, or tomorrow, or even next week...would things go back to the way they were before this night