Page 103 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
We kiss—deep, slow, unhurried. A celebration. A promise.
“Can I please check TikTok for a couple of minutes?” Taylor asks, breaking from our kiss. “I should engage with posts that were made from last night.”
“Of course, baby.”
I love my motivated, driven girlfriend.
“What. The. Fuck!” Taylor screams.
I lean over, looking down at her phone’s screen, watching a video of Kyle teasing Taylor with his fangs, the scene I walked into.
“It has a million views! Holy fucking shit!”
“Well, you two look hot together,” I say, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Taylor moans as I brush my tongue across her skin. “Kyle doesn’t want kids and stuff,” she says, pulling back, staring into my eyes. “So that’ll be our thing.”
It hits me all at once. She’s my forever person.
I want to spend the rest of my life with Taylor Williams.
Sunday, November 2nd
“Did you decide yet?” I ask, watching her apply mascara after our shower, still wrapped in a towel.
“It feels really douchey to take a helicopter back to the city,” she says, then meets my gaze through the mirror. Her eyes flicker with excitement as we begin to close out our Wisconsin weekend.
“There are perks to dating me,” I say, shrugging.
She turns toward me, leaning against the sink. “But if we take a car back, we can be all over each other …”
“You haven’t had enough yet?”
She smirks. “I’m so fucking sore from this weekend. My body can’t take any more.”
I step in, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Those fang marks make me smile,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her neck. “Any regrets?”
“Not a single one.”
“Same.”
I’m happy we invited Kyle back. I like him. I know that and am done beating myself up about being attracted to him and any other guy for that matter. At this point, Kyle knows me better than most people in my life. He knows what’s happened, knows what I like. I’m looking forward to spending more time with him in and out of the bedroom.
Taylor slides her hands around my waist as I cradle her face. “What was your favorite part?”
“Why pick favorites?” she asks with a laugh. “All of us in the bath was unreal. I honestly thought I was dreaming it was so amazing.” Taylor bites her lip. “What about you?”
“The office,” I say, chuckling. “From now on, that’s what I’ll picture when you mention High Five.”
“So, it’s no longer a bad place for you?”
“You made it better.” I lean down and kiss her again, this one slower. Softer.
“What was your favorite part of all three of us?” she asks, slipping her hands under my shirt.
I hum, replaying the memory. “When we took you to Paris.” Her eyes twinkle, and I lick my lips, leaning down to whisper, “We could do that, you know … in Paris.”
“I’ve always wanted to go … especially when it’s lit for the holidays …”
