Taylor watched Angie run to the kitchen. He still wondered how old she was. All he could think about was the fact he was practically alone with a beautiful woman. He didn’t think the people sleeping in the other room would even notice he was there. Angie returned with a bottle and two glasses.
“I don’t have any proper drinking glasses, we usually just drink it out of the bottle anyway,” She said, sitting down.
“It’s okay…Who is that in there?” Taylor pointed towards the bedroom.
“Oh that’s my roommate Katie and some of her friends. They had a little romp last night.” Angie poured some brandy in the glasses. She handed one to Taylor. He examined the drink for a moment, before drinking it in one gulp. Angie burst out laughing.
“You’ve never had alcohol have you!” She exclaimed. There were tears in Taylor’s eyes, as he coughed and shook his head. He figured he shouldn’t have taken it all in that fast. It burned going down. But it wasn’t all that bad after he adjusted. He held the glass out to Angie.
“Can I have some more?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow and giggled.
“Okay, but drink it a little bit at a time, babe.” Taylor smiled at her and nodded. He watched her pour the warm brown liquid into the glass.
“Cheers!” Angie said, clinking her glass with his. Taylor giggled and took a drink. It definitely felt good now. After a few more glasses Taylor began to feel giddy. He and Angie told each other bad jokes and rolled all over the loveseat in rambunctious laughter.
“You’re pretty, did you know that?” Taylor said, his laughter ceasing. Angie looked at him for a moment.
“Well, I certainly don’t get many jobs…” She said, snorting.
“I’d hire you, if I had the money.” Taylor grinned, forgetting his earlier thoughts.
“Well, thanks, Tay. I appreciate the thought. But hell, I’d do you for free. You’re absotivly, posilutely, beautiful!” Taylor leaned over and kissed Angie on the lips. She looked at him surprised.
“I’m older than you, you do know that, right?” Angie said. Taylor nodded, and kissed her again. He really didn’t care about anything at the moment, he just knew he wanted her.
Angie sucked on Taylor’s mouth hungrily. She hadn’t wanted someone this badly in so long. She had sex often, but there was no want involved. It was just work. This time it was pure desire. She wanted to touch him, to taste him. His lips were soft and warm. She stuck her tongue into his inviting mouth. She ran her fingertips over his lean muscular chest. He was amazing. He smelled like brandy. She always appreciated the rich smell of alcohol. Especially when drunk. She felt Taylor’s fingers slowly moving up her stomach. Chills ran through her. She brought one of her hands to his head, and ran her fingers through his silky blonde hair. Taylor drew back, and guilt immediately sprung up in Angie’s head.
“I’m sorry,” He said.
“For what?” Angie said, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal.
“For that.”
“No, I’m sorry. I should know better.”
“I started it.”
“I continued it.” Taylor smiled.
“I didn’t mind, did you?” Angie shook her head. They sat in silence for a moment.
“I should probably go back now. I feel sort of sick,” Taylor said.
“Okay,” Angie said. She leaned over and gave Taylor a quick kiss on the forehead. He stood up and shakily made his way out the door. Angie sighed and laid out on the loveseat. Well that was that.
Taylor closed his eyes and let the hot water run over his aching body. His head was pounding, and he still felt sick to his stomach. This was despite the fact he had already thrown up two times. His mother had asked what was wrong, and Taylor said he thought it was the stomach flu. His father had not been happy, considering they had a radio interview that morning. They called and rescheduled it to the next day. Taylor thought about Angie. He wondered what she was doing at that moment. He wanted to talk to her again. He could still feel her fingers on him. Taylor switched the water to cold. He could feel the goosebumps forming on his skin. He shut it off and stepped out of the shower. Water dripped onto the floor. It ran into the spaces in between the blue tiles. Taylor felt different now. More grown up. He wasn’t sure why, but he did. There was a knock on the door.
“Taylor, are you going to spend all day in there? I need to take a shower too!” Came Zac’s voice from outside the bathroom door.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Taylor responded. He got dried off and dressed, taking his time. He knew Zac would be irritated, but he didn’t really care. He kept thinking about Angie. She didn’t belong on the streets, and in that dirty apartment. She belonged somewhere better. He wanted to help her. He had to.