Page 27 of Tailored for Them

“Hooking up like this.” I lifted a shoulder, heat scorching my skin under their intense gaze, “I don’t know the protocol.”

Something flickered behind their eyes, and part of me panicked that they were disappointed in my words. But the look was gone as soon as I clocked it, and then they were giving me an easy-going smile again.

“Ah.” They nodded once. “Well, aftercare is always important. Are you hungry? Want to watch TV?”

I wanted to say yes. But I knew myself. If I hung out with Taylor after they gave me multiple earth-shattering orgasms, I would grow feelings. Big, intense feelings. Feelings that they probably had no intention of reciprocating. They were almost in their forties. They knew what they wanted at this point in their life.

If I couldn’t convince Colleen to be mine forever, I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to convince someone like Taylor.

“Actually, um,” I drummed my fingers on my biceps, shifting uncomfortably in my bed, “I kind of have some work to do…”

God, why was this so awkward?

Taylor’s face relaxed a bit at that. Their eyebrows raised, and their easy-going smile faltered, “Oh. Right. I’m sorry. I guess I just kind of barged in here, and…” They let their gaze rake over me before clearing their throat and glancing toward my bedroom door.

Our clothes were still out in my entryway.

A quiet laugh escaped my lips as they quickly jogged out of the room and returned with our clothes bundled in their arms.

“I’m not complaining.” I didn’t want them to feel like I was inconvenienced in any way. All of this was entirely consensual, “I didn’t mind you barging into my apartment like this.”

“You sure?” Taylor asked. They set my clothes on the bed and slowly slid their boxers up their legs. I found myself hypnotized by watching their strong and lean body slowly become hidden from view.

“Oh yeah.” I grinned as I watched them get dressed, and the muscles in my face felt less stiff as time marched on. Taylor didn’t seem too offended or weirded out so far. This was good.

They nodded before stepping away and glancing around my room. At that, I jumped out of bed and quickly threw a robe over myself.

“I’ll walk you out,” I said. I probably didn’t need to announce that, but my mind was still somewhat numb from coming so many times, and I felt like I needed to narrate my actions.

In response, Taylor quietly followed me out of my room and to my front door.

“Would you…” Taylor cleared their throat with their hand on the doorknob, and pink colored the tops of their cheeks and nose, “Can I call you?”

I blinked at them, mildly surprised at their question, before I nodded, “Yeah. You can call me.”

I mean, casual hook-ups with the same person could happen more than once, right?

They nodded too, shoving their hands into their jeans pockets.

“Okay. Cool. I’ll see you later, then.”

“See ya,” I smiled as they turned the handle. I found myself watching how they reached up to adjust their septum piercing before hesitating in the threshold.

Their eyes were locked on me.

Well, my lips, actually.

“Um,” Taylor’s cheeks flushed again, “Can I…?” They raised a hand toward my face, their gaze bouncing between my eyes and my mouth. Shit. Kissing was soromantic. It was one of my favorite pastimes.

…But I probably wouldn’t fall in love with Taylor overonegoodbye kiss.

A peck.

“Yeah,” I nodded, stepping closer to them to emphasize my consent.

They sighed before cupping my jaw and guiding my mouth to theirs. They were a couple of inches taller than me, but they stepped so close to my body that our chests brushed together, and my head was practically tipped back at a ninety-degree angle.

It wasn’t a peck, either.

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