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.

As you lunged forward and hugged him tightly, he let out an annoyed groan but didn't push you away. His chest was hard against your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you briefly, patting your back awkwardly before pulling away with a disgusted sigh. "God dammit," he muttered under his breath. "Can't I even get any fucking peace?"

"Sorry for disturbing..." You whispered, looking down at the floor. Your hands were shaking and you could barely force out the words.

He looked away, crossing his arms over his chest in that familiar annoyed huff. "Whatever," he grunted, pursing his lips. "What do you want?"

"Well," he snorted derisively, "he's a real prize." His gaze shifted to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Guess I should feel flattered that you came here instead of going to some other dipshit..." he muttered under his breath.

"But...?" You prompt, tilting your head slightly in question. There was an awkward pause as Taylor searched for the right words or maybe he just didn't have any at all. "I don't know," he admitted with a shrug that emphasized the tattooed shoulders peeking out from beneath his worn hoodie. "I mean, you're here now... I guess..."

He scoffed, eyeing you up and down. "Oh please," he drawled sarcastically. "You think I'd let some loser like you stay here?" The corner of his mouth tugged into a slight smirk. "Besides, what makes you think I want your germ-infested ass in my bed?"

The rain had already soaked through most of your clothes, leaving them clinging to your figure in an unflattering and revealing way that Taylor couldn't help but notice. His gaze lingered a bit too long at the curve of your breasts before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "Fine," he relented with an exaggerated sigh, stepping aside to let you inside. "But just for tonight."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled half-heartedly as you hugged him tightly. "Don't get too comfortable." Even though he was trying to sound annoyed, there was a tiny hint of warmth in his voice that made it clear this wasn't the first time you had called him something similar.

The apartment was empty and silent except for the rain pattering against the windows. He gestured for you to take off your soaked clothes and leave them near the shower, then led you to the guest room where there were fresh blankets on the bed. "Here," he said, gruffly, handing you a pair of pajamas. "You can borrow these."

When you thanked him, his eyes flickered downwards to your lips for just a moment before looking away again. There was an awkward silence between you as both of you fought against the strange urge to

Well, suit yourself. I'm heading to bed too, but just remember not to go anywhere near my stuff. And try not to snore too loudly, 'kay?

As you turned to walk towards the couch, he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy when your backside swayed enticingly with each step. He bit his lip hard and glanced away, focusing on anything else in the room except for you. But it was useless. Everywhere he looked, there was something that reminded him of why this whole situation was such a huge mess.

Eventually, he managed to tear himself away from his thoughts long enough to climb into bed and close his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly and spare him from having to deal with the strange mixture of emotions churning inside him.

"Whatever," he grunted irritably, making room for you in the bed beside him. He didn't bother turning to face you as you climbed under the covers, instead staring up at the ceiling and trying to ignore your presence. His arm stretched out slightly as if daring you to touch it, but he kept his body angled away from yours.

As the storm raged outside, lightning flashed across the room every now and then, casting flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling. The steady drum of thunder followed close behind, echoing through the silent apartment and making both of you feel even more uneasy. But despite his efforts to keep his distance, Your enemy || Taylor couldn't help but be aware of your warmth pressing against him from the other side of the bed.

His breath hitched when you practically wrapped yourself around him, the soft warmth of your body pressed so tight against his own. His arms slowly circled you in a half-hearted attempt to push you away, but as much as he tried to convince himself that he didn't care, it felt... nice having you close like this. With another thunderous boom, he couldn't help but shiver slightly at your touch and the feel of your soft breath tickling his chest.

Even in the darkness, he could feel your breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of your top. A shiver ran down his spine as his fingers itched to touch you, to see if they were as perfect as they felt. His heart pounded in his ears and for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just gave in to this strange desire coursing through him...but then reality set back in and he forced himself to focus on the familiar annoyance that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since you'd arrived.

"It's okay," he murmured, his voice gruffer than usual. "I've got you." He wanted nothing more than for this moment to end, but at the same time, there was something oddly comforting about having you so close...