"Ugh, where is he..." I mumbled. It was 11:19pm and still no sign of Taylor. My impatience led me downstairs to the kitchen where I made myself a margurita. Fat drops of rain were still pouring down on the earth, making smalls taps on the roof. Before returning to my room, I stopped to take notice of where the Phillips were in the house. The Mrs. lounging in the living room with her book and tea at hand, and the old bastard himself residing in his office with late business work. I grinned as I quietly plodded up the stairs with my drink. They wouldn't suspect a thing if Taylor were over for a few hours or even spent the night. I tiptoed into my room, locking the door behind me as usual. My lace curtains slowly parted, producing Taylor's dripping wet face in its place. He cautiously stepped inside towards me. I smiled as I always did at the sight of him, and set my drink on the chest of drawers. "I got out just when everyone was falling asleep, so I'm covered until atleast tomorrow morning," he said, taking my hands and pulling me into him. "Good, because we're going to need all night," I began to undo the buttons of his shirt. I let it fall to the floor, and then ran my fingers through his damp hair as I leaned up to kiss him. Taylor lifted me into his arms while backing into the bed. I collapsed onto it on my back, pulling him on top of me. Trailing my hands down his stomach, they clumisly worked to unbuckle the metal clasp of his belt. Just has I had slipped the belt from his waist there was a sharp knock on my door. "Sidney? Sidney, come and unlock this door now," Mrs. Phillips' voice was somewhat muffled through the barrier. I quickly pushed Taylor off of me, towards the doors, and back out onto the widow's walk. I tried to fix my sloppy hair before opening the door but it did no good. She suspiciously eyed every inch of the room as she stepped in. I suddenly remembered Taylor's shirt lying on the floor. Oh shit.. I thought to myself, I'm dead. "I knew it. I knew what you were doing in here," she said, accusingly. I prepared myself for near death. "I don't know where you get off drinking without even asking us," she snatched my margurita from the dresser. My shoulders sank in relief, but I still nervously glanced over to where Taylor stood hiding. "You can forget getting any alcohol from this house from now on. We're putting it away where you can't get to it," she concluded, taking a sip of the drink herself. I rolled my eyes,"Alright, I won't drink anymore. Good night." "Good night, Sidney," Mrs. Phillips inched her way out into the hallway. I leaned against the door and sighed. "She's gone. You can come back in," I called for Taylor. His khaki pants were thrown inside, and then he followed, dripping with rain water. He laughed a bit, "Got a towel?" "You dont need any towel, you've got me," I grinned and pulled my shirt over my head.
I felt a pair of lips gently graze my cheek hours later, rousing my from my heavy sleep. Sunrise would come coon, for the room softy glowed with early morning light. I shifted over onto my right side to face Taylor. He smiled at me, still half asleep himself. "I'm gonna have to get going soon," he quietly said. I groaned in objection, moving closer to him, beginning to suck at his neck. He laughed slightly, rolling on top of me and returning the kiss. I'll admit, having Mrs. Phillips walk into to my room at a rather bad time was once enough, but twice in less than a day was record breaking. "Sidney, I'm already late for work and I can't find the-" Mr. Phillips stopped when he realized I wasn't alone in bed. I heard the thud as Taylor fell off the egde of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. Sloppily covering my front with one of the bed sheets, I nervously looked back to Mr. Phillips. He swallowed hard as his eyes moved over the clothes that had been carelessly thrown about the room. I awaited his verbal reaction. "Don't let your mother find out," and with that, he was gone. Taylor scurried accross the floor to where his boxers laid. After sliding them on along with his pants, he stood up, pulled me from bed and into his arms. "Now I really have to go," he told me, kissing my cheek once more. Taylor turned from me, grabbed his shirt from the mangled be sheets, and exited through the window, just as he had come. I silently stood back and watched.
[Chapter Eighteen]