For a second, they froze, tangled up in pillows and breathless from laughter. Charlie huffed, pressing her hands against Taylor’s bare chest.
“What are we doing here, Charlie?” Taylor finally asked.
“What do you mean? We were having a pillow fight,” Charlie responded.
His eyes landed on her lips, asking, “No, not that. This, what we are doing, is not a normal roommate relationship.”
Realizing what Taylor was asking, Charlie became uneasy. She gulped and asked him, “What is this to you, Taylor West? Is this a game you are playing?”
“I’m not that kind of guy,” Taylor seriously answered. “Don’t you know that by now?”
“Honestly? I don’t know,” Charlie said. “I know some things about you, but not enough.”
“Then, we better start getting to know each other fast,” Taylor said. He got up quickly, carried Charlie, and threw her over his shoulder!
“Ahh! Taylor!” All Charlie could do was scream in shock as he brought her to the living room!
Taylor settled her on the couch, and he sat across from her. He did not spare a second before reintroducing himself, “Let’s restart, shall we, Charlie? My name is Taylor Carrington West. I am the eldest son of Grayson and Savannah West. You have met my brother, Tristan. I was born and raised here in Luxford. We live in Westwood Estate, 1725 Evercrest Lane -”
“Wait,” Charlie stopped him. “Are we going to do this now? Because I am hungry.”
“You are hungry?” Taylor asked. “Can you be hungry a little later?”
“Taylor!” Charlie objected.
“Fine. You sure know how to pick a time.” He looked disappointed but got up anyway, saying, “Okay, let’s cook.”
Together, they prepared a simple egg and toast for a late breakfast. Still, while doing so, Taylor kept telling Charlie about himself, “My mother’s side of the family is into politics.”
“Oh, interesting,” Charlie said, already forgetting about their recent pillow fight and the rest of that morning’s incident.
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