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Come here - Taylor Caniff Imagine for Alex

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Come Here - Taylor Caniff Imagine for Alex

“Come here,” Taylor’s deep, sexy, Indiana accented voice whispered right into my ear, his hot breath on my neck. His large hands roamed up and down my arms, leaving trails of goose bumps flying everywhere. I felt his lips on my neck and his arms wrap around me from behind, putting me in crazed mode. Whenever he hugged me… kissed me… had the slightest touch, I melted. My heart was set on fire and he could definitely hear how fast it was beating in my chest.

His large hands stroked through the blonde hair that hung down my back. The heat I sensed from his fingers made me go crazy. My breathing was becoming ragged as his lips moved down my neck towards my shoulder.

“Taylor,” I said as I felt myself yawn.

“Yes, baby Alex?” he asked, his answer slightly muffled by my shoulder. The strap of my tank top sat right where his chin rested. I looked back at him, staring into his eyes. He kissed my cheek. I kissed his.

“I’m tired,” I said, trying not to yawn again.

“Me, too,” he said. “Let’s lay down. Come on,” he whispered, picking me up and carrying me over to his bed on the side of the room. He gently laid me down, my eyes already half closed. I rolled to the side a little, patting the space next to me for him to get in. “Aren’t you cold?” he asked before sitting on the mattress lightly. It was March, and still pretty cold in Indiana. I only wore a tank top.

“A little bit,” I said.

“I can fix that,” Taylor said sweetly before standing up and grabbing something off the closet door handle and shuffling back to me. He held a big blue sweatshirt in his hand. “Put it on,” he said. I was a little hesitant. I sat up in the bed, but didn’t reach for the clothing. It was his favorite one… I couldn’t take it! “Come on, Alex,” he said.

I didn’t move. I just stared at the sweatshirt hanging in his hand. Taylor sighed and smiled at me. “You’re too cute.” He reached out to me and slid the sweatshirt onto my head and pulled it down over my stomach. It was huge, as Taylor was almost a foot taller than me. It hung down to my knees and the sleeves covered my hands completely. But I guess it was cute. “There!” he said, smiling again, showing off his adorable braces.

I lay back down and pulled him down by his arm. As my eyes drifted to sleep again, I felt Taylor’s long arms wrap around my waist. He pulled me into his chest, placing his chin on top on my head, constantly leaning down to kiss the top of my head.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he whispered.

And I drifted off to sleep.