Well what do you know? Mama knows best after all. Taylor centric. Taylor/OC.
For the first time in her 32 years, Taylor James can truly say she was completely content. She never expected to fall in love as hard as she had, but when she met JC Vernon in Nashville?
That's exactly what happened.
He'd been a genuine, open-minded empathetic soul from the very first words, and first words led to the first date, and that led to the current moment.
It was date night, and their shift at one of Music City's busiest restaurants had just ended. Going home to change and drop off their cars, they returned for their 10pm reservation by cab.
JC wrapped his arms around her, "It's a good thing I'd asked you to leave everything but your ID behind."
Taylor snickered, "You just wanted my hands free cowboy."
JC rose his brow pensively, "Your thumbs BELONG hooked into my belt loops princess. Yours. No one else's."
"Good," she leaned up to kiss him, "I plan on keeping it that way. Let's go get a bucket."
"Sticking to beer?" he laughed, "Is it one of those nights?"
"Well you don't like drinking liquor a lot." Taylor shrugged with a chuckle.
"Your usual kids?" Valerie Vernon smirked.
"Val, my twin or not, don't you dare smirk at me," JC scowled playfully, "and to answer, of course."
"A bucket of Sam Adams Double Agent IPL and your usual meals coming up," Val grinned.
"I love you, you knucklehead!" JC called out with a laugh.
"Says the king of the knuckleheads?" Val inquired with a laugh of her own.
JC laughed, "You love me!"
"You're lucky the ranch hand does love you cowboy," Taylor laughed.
"Yeah, but the same can be said for you," JC smirked.
Taylor's thoughts drifted a bit, but all she found herself able to do?
Was grin like a kid in a candy store. She couldn't help it, she was mad about him.
And he knew it.
