"Okay. Come on, let's go inside." she seemed sullen and defeated. I never wanted to see that look on her face ever again. It was as if all the happiness had been drained from that beautiful face.
I paid the cabbie and we made our way into her house and out of the bitter night air. Taylor was just standing in the archway, she seemed lost. I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly. The weight of the night came crashing down and the stress proved to be too much, Taylor shook as she cried silently into my shoulder. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to her room. I sat on the edge of the bed, just holding her until the tears stopped. I wiped the mascara from under her eyes and the tears from her cheeks. Taylor climbed out of my lap and slowly took off her heels.
"Will you unzip me," her voice was a soft whisper. I slid the zipper of her dress down and helped her step out of it.
"I'm going to take a warm shower. Will you come with me, I just need you to be there," Taylor said as she stripped out of her underwear and bra.
"Yeah," I slipped out of my clothing while she was getting the shower ready. I could tell this wasn't about sex, it was about comfort. I stepped into the shower and the water instantly warmed my skin. Taylor turned to me and kissed me gently. I pulled her into my arms and held her as the water cascaded over us. I just wanted to hold her, the safety of being wrapped in each other's arms was enough for now.
I held Taylor for a while before turning her around to stand directly in the spray of warm water and began to slowly scrub her back with a loofa. It was soothing watching the water wash away the soap from her body. We'd both had a long day and just needed the presence of the other. We washed off and silently got out of the shower and dried off. Taylor got dressed and handed me an extra pair of flannel pajama pants and a white tshirt. I put them on and climbed into bed with her, pulling her to me.
"I never pictured you to be a cuddler Prepon," she said gaining back some of her jaunty spirit.
"And I never pictured you as someone who complained about being a little spoon," I smiled and pulled her hips closer to me.
"Who said I was complaining?"
"Well you are still talking."
"Shut up and cuddle me Laura."
