"Hello?" Taylor answered his phone Sunday night from his room.... "Hi," he said uncertainly raising one eyebrow at Mira who was sitting on his bed reading. She looked up at him.... "Uh huh," he shook his head slowly in confusion.... "Right. I had fun last night too." He walked into the living room at gave Chris a strange look. "Who’s Erica?" he mouthed covering the phone with one hand.
Chris started laughing as Mira followed Taylor into the living room.
"You know, last night was pretty crazy," Taylor said with wide eyes. "Um...actually I can’t talk right now. I’m on the other line....okay, okay, bye," he said before hanging up. "What the fuck?" Taylor laughed. "Who’s Erica?"
"You don’t remember?" Chris asked laughing.
"Remember what?" Mira asked. "What’d you guys do last night?"
"Oh my God, I have, like, every one of your CD’s. I used to have posters of you all over my wall," Chris imitated Erica giggling. "You totally gave your phone number to this chick at the bar last night," he told him.
"What?" Taylor asked holding his hand to his head.
"Yeah," Chris laughed. "Right after you made out with her. You were wasted."
"D’oh!" Taylor exclaimed closing his eyes. "I remember now."
"Ah ha ha," Mira laughed at him.
"I have no clue what she looks like though," Taylor said. "Aw, son of a bitch. I can’t believe I gave her my number." They went back into Taylor’s room and he shut the door.
"Okay," Taylor said exasperated walking through Mira’s door and slamming it shut. Mira turned around on the couch and raised one eyebrow. "So I meet Erica for dinner tonight," he started.
"Uh huh," she laughed. "And..."
"Oh my God," he said rolling his eyes as he sat down next to Mira. "She fucking asked me for my autograph," he said leaning his head on the back of the couch. "And that’s just the beginning."
Mira and Allison started laughing. "So you gonna call her?" Allison asked.
"Um, no. I told her I already had a girlfriend and that night at the bar was a mistake. Oops."
"Nice plan," Mira said. "You gotta watch who you give your phone number to."
"Yeah, really," he sighed. "Ooh, Double Jeopardy," he said sitting up as Jeopardy came back from commercial.
"Still raining, huh?" Mira asked from the couch as Taylor walked into her apartment closing the door. His wet boots squeaked across the kitchen floor.
"Your roommate home?" He asked sitting down with her. His face unusually close to hers.
Her eyes fixated on his as she slowly shook her head no. "Why? She asked as a droplet of water fell from his chin. He leaned in engulfing her lips with his. His tongue ran across her lips as she opened her mouth letting his tongue slide inside. Pressing herself against him she grabbed sections of his hair pulling him down on top of her as she laid back on the couch.
She opened her eyes abruptly and rolled over on her back. As her eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom she looked around her. She rolled over on her other side and ran her hand across Brian’s back. As he laid on his stomach sound asleep she watched him breathe deeply in and out. The moonlight cast a blue hue across his cheekbones and his pink lips were slightly separated as he quietly snored to a steady rhythm. She quietly threw the covers off herself and stood up grabbing Brian’s t-shirt off the floor and putting it on. She made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
"Were you okay last night?" Brian asked as he rifled through his closet for something to wear to work.
"Mm hmm," she nodded sitting on his bed watching the Today Show wearing one of his blue button up shirts. "Why?"
"I heard you get up and go to the kitchen, that’s all," he said throwing a pair of khaki pants on the bed.
"Oh. Yeah, I couldn’t really sleep for some reason."
"Hm, I’m sorry," Brian told her sitting on the bed with her in his towel. "You wore me out last night," he smiled leaning in to kiss her.
"Nothin’ wrong with that," she said before kissing him again.
"Not at all," he grinned as they fell over on their sides. She wrapped one leg around his body. "Mmngh," he groaned pulling his lips away from hers. "I can’t, I gotta get ready for work," he said rolling over on his back.
"Aww," Mira pouted. "Please?" she asked positioning herself on top of him on her knees.
Brian looked behind him at the clock on the nightstand. It read 7:23 and he had to leave at 7:30 if he was going to take the subway. "Aw fuck it," he smiled. "I’ll take a cab."
