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.

Taylor took the blunt from your extended hand, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. He took a deep hit from it before exhaling a cloud of smoke. "So, why'd you think coming here was a good idea? Huh?" he asked, his voice still cold but more curious now. "Thought I could help you feel better?"

He smiled slightly, almost like a predator who just spotted its prey, and took another hit from the blunt. The smoke danced around his face as he watched it dissipate into the air. His gaze flickered downwards, admiring your form before returning to meet yours again.

You wondered if you should tell him everything that had happened or if it would just give him more ammunition against you in their never-ending rivalry. But something in his voice, in his eyes... it made you think maybe this time might be different.

Taylor stared at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he listened to your words. He didn't trust you, not entirely. You were his rival, the one person who brought out the worst in him with every interaction. And yet... there was something about the way you looked at him now, a desperation that made him think twice.

"And what might that be?" he asked carefully, taking another hit from the blunt and then holding it out for you as if to share the warmth, the comfort. "Some kind of secret weapon or something?"

His voice was still cold, distant even, but there was an undeniable curiosity in his tone. He took a step closer, invading your personal space and leaning against the counter so that he was towering over you. His gaze bored into yours as if trying to read every thought behind those wet, red eyes of yours.

Taylor didn't flinch when you tugged on his collar, bringing his face closer to yours. Instead, he met your gaze head-on, unblinking and unfazed by the intimacy of the moment. His expression was a mix of surprise and amusement as he processed what you'd just suggested. For a split second, he wondered if this was some sort of sick joke from you, but the look in your eyes told him otherwise.

He let out a low chuckle before shaking his head slightly, almost disbelievingly. "And why the fuck would I want to do that?" he asked, his voice still cold but with an edge of curiosity now. "You're just as much of a pain in my ass as Alex is."

He took another hit from the blunt, holding it out for you once more before letting it fall between your hands. "I mean," he continued, pausing to consider his words carefully, "if I were going to help someone fuck with him... why would it be you?"

Taylor's eyes narrowed at your words, and there was a hint of a smirk on his face as he took another hit from the blunt. He held it out for you again before leaning in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "You think I care about pissing him off? About getting revenge?" he asked with a chuckle that sounded more amused than anything else.

Puffing on the blunt, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke toward the ceiling before looking back at you. His expression was unreadable as he contemplated your words and what you were offering him. "What do you want from me?" he said eventually, his voice quiet and low. "You think this is some kind of game to me?"

He moved away slightly, breaking the physical contact they'd shared until now, but not entirely withdrawing. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he looked down at you, studying your face. It was clear that whatever decision he made would be based on what he saw there tonight.

You wondered if he really didn't care about getting revenge, or if it was just an act; a mask he hid behind to keep people from knowing how deeply Alex's betrayal had cut him. You hoped it was the former, because then maybe there was a chance for something more between you... something real.

There was something in your words that made Taylor pause. The idea of being able to hurt Alex without any consequences, to get back at him for all the times he'd hurt you... it was tempting, but it wasn't the only thing on his mind. His dislike for you was still there, still strong as ever. But something else had been stirring within him tonight, ever since he saw you standing outside his door in the middle of a storm.

The thought of getting close to you again made his heart race, and despite everything, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if this didn't have to end with one of you losing. If there was another way for both of them to walk away from this unscathed, maybe even together...

"Fuck it," Taylor muttered under his breath, making the decision before he could change his mind. "Alright, loser," he drawled, the last word tasting bitter in his mouth. He reached out to take the tequila bottle from your hand, then moved even closer, towering over you as he stood just inches away. His hands found their way to your hips, steadying himself as he looked down into your eyes. "But only this once," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"And no bullshitting around," he continued, "because if I find out you're playing me..." He trailed off, letting the threat hang in the air between them.

Taylor leaned forward slightly, pressing their bodies together as he took a long drag from the blunt. The smoke curled around them both, filling the space with its earthy scent as it mingled with the smell of wet clothes and booze. He held you there, his hands gripping your hips tightly while they waited for your answer.

Taylor's eyes narrowed as he felt your breath against his lips, and then he was moving faster, the surprise of your action pushing him over the edge into desire. His tongue darted out to slide along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance as he pressed you harder against his body. The taste of tequila and the hint of something sweet from the blunt danced across his senses, igniting a fierce hunger within him that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

His grip on your hips tightened as he thrust his tongue deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours in an unapologetic dance of possession. His free hand moved up to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with rough, possessive fingers while he explored every corner of your mouth with his lips and tongue.

He growled deep in his throat as he felt the softness of your breasts pressed against his chest, the hardening tips of your nipples pressing through the fabric of your shirt and causing a sudden rush of blood to course through him. His hands slipped lower on your hips, moving to grip your ass, squeezing roughly as he ground his growing erection against you in demand.

Taylor pulled away from your mouth just enough to murmur into your ear, "You're such a tease," before pressing their lips back together, his tongue thrusting deep once more. His hands continued to roam over your body, skimming across your sides and up your back as he held you in place while he took what he wanted.

Desire coursed through him like wildfire, consuming every thought but the need to feel you under him, moaning his name. He knew that if they kept going like this, there would be no going back; they'd both cross a line

The taste of tequila and the smoke from the blunt mingled with your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him onward to his room. His hands were everywhere, rough but gentle at the same time, tracing lines down your back, cupping your ass, kneading your breasts through the fabric of your shirt.

He kissed you deeply, hungrily, his tongue tangling with yours as he moved across the floor toward his bedroom. The door flew open with a loud thud against the wall, barely slowing him down for a moment before they were inside and Taylor had set you down on the bed.

He towered over you, his eyes bright with desire as he watched your reactions to his touch, his lips parted in a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans before tugging it open, revealing smooth skin beneath. With shaking hands, he slid them lower, pushing down your pants and underwear in one swift motion so that you were completely exposed to him.

The sight of your bare ass, soft and smooth against his roughened palm, made something snap inside him. He growled deep in his throat as he gripped you tighter, pressing his fingers deeper into your flesh. His other hand reached for the buttons on his shirt, fumbling with them until they were loose enough to pull it off in one motion, revealing his muscular chest and defined abs.

With a rough moan, he bent down to capture one of your nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth. You arched your back into him, crying out his name as pleasure coursed through you in waves. He released your nipple with a pop, watching it

The sting of her fingers on his skin only served to heighten his desire, as if her small act of violence had somehow made him even more possessive and hungry. He growled low in his throat, feeling the urge to take control completely. "Fuck," he muttered, moving away from your breast and down between your legs. His hands found your wet folds easily, and with rough but tender strokes, he parted them wider.

His tongue darted out to taste you, exploring every inch of your heat as he pressed forward. You tasted sweet and salty, just how he'd imagined. He growled deep in his throat as he thrust his tongue deeper, fucking your mouth with the same rhythm that he wanted to fuck your pussy with.

One hand found purchase on your inner thigh, holding it open wider so that he could feast on you without distraction. His other hand trailed upward, cupping your breast through the fabric of your shirt before moving lower, reaching between your legs to rub at your clit in time with his tongue's movements.

Your body arched off the bed beneath him as you cried out his name over and over again, the sounds filling the room and echoing through his head, driving him wild with need. He could feel how close you were, feel the tightness of your pussy around his tongue, but he wasn't done yet. No, he wanted to make sure you forgot about Alex forever before he let you come.

With a rough moan, he pulled away from your body and stood up, glancing down at you for a moment as you lay there panting beneath him. His erection was painfully hard now, straining against his jeans as he tried to ignore the ache in his balls. With shaking hands

The corner of Taylor's mouth quirked up in what could almost be called a smile as he watched you move to sit on the edge of the bed and begin to push his shirt upward, revealing smooth skin dusted with fine curls. He sucked in a sharp breath when your fingers brushed against the thin strip of hair that disappeared into his boxers, the sensation sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him.

He licked his lips nervously as you pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, leaving him bare-chested and exposed before your eager gaze. His muscles tensed under your touch, every inch of him aching for your approval, your touch. The need to feel your skin on his, the weight of your body against his... It was overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.

Taylor bit down on his lower lip as you continued to explore his chest and stomach, teasing him with soft caresses and gentle nips that left trails of fire along his skin. He couldn't help but wonder what else you might do if he gave you the chance. If he let himself fall into your hands completely, would it be different this time? Would there be anything left between them except for the hate that had fueled their rivalry for so long?

As if sensing his thoughts, your eyes met his from across the short distance between them and something flickered in their depths. A connection maybe, or understanding... it was hard to tell. Whatever it was, it made his heart race faster as he awaited your next move, on edge with anticipation and desire.

"And what are you offering in return?" he asked roughly, his voice low and husky with need. "Because I want more than just this." His gaze flickered downward again,

His eyes flicker downward, tracking the trail of kisses you're leaving on his chest as they slowly make their way lower. His breath hitches when your lips meet the button of his jeans and he looks up at you expectantly. The image of your legs wrapped around him earlier flashes through his mind, making his body react with a shudder of desire.

As if to spite himself, or perhaps because he can't help but want to feel everything you have to offer, Taylor reaches down and grips the hem of his jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. His hard length springs free, bobbing tentatively before being met with your warm breath. You glance up at him from beneath your lashes, waiting for his approval, and he can't help but admire the trust you seem to be placing in him, even if it is only temporary.

His hand finds its way to the back of your head, gently guiding your mouth closer to his erection as he whispers roughly into your ear, "Prove it." The sensation of your lips enveloping him almost sends him over the edge right then and there; it's been so long since anyone's touched him like this... so intimately, with such abandon. He groans low in his throat as you begin to bob your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth each time until he thinks he might explode.

Taylor's hands slide down to cup your ass, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers as he urges you closer, deeper. His hips thrust forward instinctively, meeting the rhythm of your mouth and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He can feel himself getting close now, so close... and with every movement of your lips against him, every mo

It's as if you're looking straight into his soul when your eyes meet his. There's something in the depths of those golden irises that causes a shiver to run down his spine, and he can't look away, even though he knows he should. The feel of your tongue dancing over his sensitive flesh is enough to send him spiraling out of control; it feels so good, and as your lips close around him again and again, drawing him closer and closer to the edge, all reason flees from his mind.

He groans her name like a curse, the sound muffled by the warmth enveloping him. His hips thrust forward harder, begging for more even as he knows it's too much, that there's no way you can take any more of this after what you just did to Alex... but he can't help himself. The need is too great, the pleasure too intense.

Taylor's fingers dig into your hips as he pushes deeper, harder, lost in the sensation of your mouth on him. His orgasm builds and builds, tearing through every fiber of his being until there's no denying it any longer. He comes with a wordless cry that echoes around the room, his hot seed filling your mouth as his hips buck violently against you in release.

For a moment, everything goes still. The only sound is the rasp of their labored breathing and the ringing of his ears from the intensity of his orgasm. Then, slowly, Taylor's eyes begin to focus again on yours, searching for something he can't quite put into words... approval? Admiration? Whatever it is, it's there in your gaze, bright and fierce, burning through him like a brand.

He swallows hard, tast

Without taking his eyes off yours, Taylor's hands slowly begin to trail up your stomach, over the swell of your breasts and across your shoulders before they eventually come to rest on either side of your head, gently holding you in place as he takes a moment to catch his breath. His gaze flickers down briefly to where your hand was just moments ago, guiding him, and he feels a flash of possessiveness course through him at the thought that it could be you who's doing this to him, rather than the other way around.

"You should probably know," he says roughly, his voice still raw from the exertion of having come so hard, "I don't really need a break." He lets out a shaky breath before returning his attention to your lips, just barely brushing against them in a teasing caress.

His erection is already beginning to reassert itself beneath you, the blood flowing back into his engorged member making it throb and ache with need. The thought of being inside you again, feeling you clench around him... It's almost too much to bear. "And if I don't need a break," he continues, his voice low and husky with desire, "then what exactly are you offering here?" His gaze dips down briefly toward your dripping wet folds before returning to meet yours again.

As if in answer to his unspoken question, you reach between the two of you and guide him lower, closer to where he so desperately wants to be. Taylor groans softly at the feel of your fingers on his length, already leaking more pre-cum as he grows harder under your touch. With a rough exhale, he cups your head in one hand, holding you still as he slides his other hand up your thigh and toward

The feel of your body wrapped around him is like a drug, and the taste of you on his tongue only serves to make him want more. He grips your hips tighter, pulling you down harder onto his length as he buries himself deeper inside you. Your muscles clench rhythmically around him, milkings gasps and moans from him that seem to echo through the room.

He moves roughly against you, taking what he wants with little regard for your comfort or pleasure except as it pertains to his own. His body feels electrified by your touch, every nerve ending on fire as he loses himself in the sensation of being inside you again. The hickeys and bites you've left on his skin only serve to heighten his arousal further, reminding him that even though this is just for tonight, it doesn't change anything between them. They are still enemies, still rivals... but for now, at least, they can be something more.

As he thrusts deeper and faster into your tight heat, Taylor reaches up to cup one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple roughly between his fingers as he pushes closer to the edge yet again. His breath comes out in harsh pants now, his vision starting to blur around the edges from the effort it takes not to cum right here and now.

With one final thrust that has him groaning your name into the crook of your neck, he gives himself over to the pleasure, letting go completely as his orgasm crashes over him in waves of pure ecstasy. His whole body tenses up as he releases himself deep inside you, shooting hot cum in powerful spurts that leave both of you breathless and sated for a moment before finally beginning to slide free with a sticky pop.

Panting heavily, Taylor collapses back

The words hang in the air between them, making the silence seem almost deafening. Taylor doesn't answer right away, instead taking a moment to compose his thoughts and gather his breath. He knows what he should say; he needs to remind her that it was a mistake, that they couldn't possibly be together like this... but something inside him rebels against the idea. The way she feels beneath him, the sound of her laughter just moments ago... all of it is enough to make him question everything he's ever known about their relationship.

"I don't know," he finally says truthfully, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. "I mean, it would complicate things between us even more than they already are." He pauses, thinking back to the conversation from earlier, when she'd offered him a chance at the spotlight in exchange for never speaking of this again. "But I guess... maybe we could try and figure something out." His voice trails off uncertainly as he meets her gaze, searching for some hint of what she might be thinking.

The longer they lie there together like this, the more impossible it seems that any of this should ever end. They've spent so long hating each other, wanting nothing but to see the other fail; now here they are, tangled in each other's limbs and hearts, unable to imagine ever being apart again. It's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, making Taylor wonder if maybe there's more to their relationship than either of them ever realized.

He reaches up with one hand to cup her cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers as he studies her face in the dim light. For a moment, he lets himself imagine what it would be like to wake up to this every morning; to have her by his side, not just

Taylor thought about that sometimes. He often wondered what their lives would have been like if they had been raised together as siblings instead of rivals. If they had grown up supporting each other instead of tearing each other down at every turn. It was a strange and almost disorienting thought, one he wasn't quite sure how to process or even admit aloud to himself, let alone to her.

His hand moves from her cheek to comb through her hair gently, tracing patterns on her scalp as he pondered the question silently. Part of him knew that if they hadn't been raised this way, they might not be who they are today; perhaps they wouldn't even be in their current positions. But another part of him couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like to have had someone he could count on from the beginning, someone who understood him and shared his dreams without trying to destroy them at every turn.

"I don't know," Taylor finally murmured, feeling a weight settle in his chest as he acknowledged the possibility that their relationship might never be what it could have been under different circumstances. "But I suppose we can always wonder." The words felt hollow even as they left his lips, and he knew there was more to say; something important that needed to be said before things went any further between them tonight or ever again for that matter.

He hesitates for a moment longer, unsure of how she'll react, but eventually decides that honesty is the best policy here. Taking a deep breath, he says, "Charlottee... I want you to know that what just happened between us... it doesn't change anything." His voice catches in his throat as he continues, "It was... nice and everything, but we can't forget who we are or what we'

Taylor's eyes widen at her words, his breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sight of her naked body sprawled across his chest, her skin marked with the evidence of their fierce lovemaking. He knows she's right; there's no going back from this now. The feelings he has for her are too strong, and trying to deny them any longer would only lead to more heartache in the end.

"I... I don't know," he admits, his voice barely a whisper as he runs his fingers through her hair again. "It just feels so wrong, you know? Like we should be enemies still, fighting for this instead of..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Her question about whether he's in love with her makes him freeze. He's never admitted it aloud before, not even to himself until now. The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, making his chest tight and achy. But what does it matter? They can't be together; they both know that. Their futures are too set in stone, their paths too different to ever cross again... aren't they?

As if sensing the turmoil within him, Charlottee leans in closer, pressing her lips against his chastely before pulling back with a sigh. "I don't know what the answer is," she whispers, her fingers trailing along his jawline. "All I know is that this feels right... more right than anything else has ever been."

Taylor stares at her for a long moment, trying to decipher the emotion in her eyes. He can see the love there, and the desire... but there's something else too. Something he can't quite put his finger on. Whatever it is, it makes