Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight. I do not. I do however, own my 'gang'.

A/N: Also thanks to my awesome Beta, Blueboarderchick.

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Chapter 47

My body began to stir as the last remnants of sleep rolled away. The feel of soft, expensive sheets against my skin made me reluctant to open my eyes and thus, wake up fully. I forced my body to relax, attempting to will myself back to sleep. After a few minutes of futile endeavors, I gave up and tried to roll over. But the heaviness of the arm draped around my waist prevented me from doing so.

Both eyes shot open with instant awareness. Oh crap! I'm in Taylor Reed's bed. His face was once again buried in my hair, but that wasn't the surprising part. At some point during the night, Taylor's hand had worked its way up t-shirt again and was currently holding my breast hostage. The steady, warm breath on my neck and his light snores told me that Taylor was still asleep.

Conflicted, I gnawed on my bottom lip. A part of me wanted to stay put and enjoy Taylor's sleep groping. However, the other part of me, more specifically, the part that needed to pee, objected to my just laying still. I observed the faint traces of daylight outside Taylor's window, and I knew I would have to leave now if I didn't want Liz and Ryan to catch us in bed together.

The thought of waking him up did cross my mind, but was dismissed after I remembered how much he'd tossed and turned the night before. So I was left with trying to wriggle my way out of his grasp. My endeavors to escape were thwarted when Taylor's finger landed on my very sensitive, recently hardened nipple. Pleasurable tingles erupted, and I found myself wriggling, not to escape but to get his hand to move again.

I forced myself to stop when it dawned on me that I was acting like a pervert. Taylor was innocently sleeping, and here I was, practically humping his leg. In the end, I resigned myself to waiting until he moved away. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Taylor finally removed his hand, rolling away from me and unto his back. I breathed a sigh of relief before pulling back the blankets and getting of the bed.

Tentatively, I placed weight on my ankle and was pleased to discover that it only pained slightly as opposed to the stabbing pains of the yesterday. My gaze landed on Taylor as he slept, and I couldn't help but admire him. Even in sleep Taylor was a sight to behold. I watched as the muscles in his chest rose then fell with each breath that he took. His sexy bed hair curled around his forehead, falling into his closed eyes. My eyes traveled lower only to widen as they landed on, what looked like, morning wood straining against the blanket that covered him from the waist down. Well, hello to you too!

Briefly, I contemplated lifting up the blanket and having myself a peek then scolded myself for being degenerate. Besides, with my luck, Taylor would wake up and catch me looking at his junk. He would never let me live it down. I could only imagine the torment he would throw my way.

I could just hear his smug voice in my head as he teased me. Wow, Isabella, you're just one step away from sexual assault, aren't you?

I backed away from the potential humiliation and forced myself into action, moving around the room to gather my things. As I did this, I wondered what had gotten into me with all these dirty thoughts I'd been having lately. Had I always been this way? With Edward, every time I tried to initiate intimacy, he made me feel like I was abnormal for wanting to have sex with him. I knew that Edward's chastity vow had a lot to do with the time period he'd been born into. But jeez! Where had he been during the sixties, the time of sexual revolution? I fought back a giggle as I imagined Edward, wearing platforms and bellbottom pants. It was such a shame that he'd been unable to adapt to the ever-changing times. Who knew where we'd be today if he'd just relaxed and went with the flow.

Then there was Jacob. I'd had my fair share of dirty thoughts when it came to him. I mean, how could I not? I might have been in denial about my feelings for him, but the sexual attraction had always been there. He never made me feel dirty for wanting sex. He'd been more than willing to put out. And I was certain that if we'd been allowed more time together, he would have encouraged me to experiment sexually (with him, of course). Although to be fair to Edward, Jacob had been born into a time where it was okay to have premarital sex. As expected, I experienced the usual pain and sadness when I thought about Jacob, but I hastily tucked it away in my imaginary box that I fondly referred to as my Jacob box.

As I stood still, looking around for any items that I might have forgotten, I noted that Taylor's room also had a fireplace. Due to the darkness of the room, I'd failed to notice it when I came in the night before. I wondered if I would get to see it when it was lit. After casting one last glance at Taylor's still slumbering body, I softly cracked his door open. Having found the hallway empty, I entered into it and quietly closed the door behind me.

With the speed and grace of a three-legged dog, I made a quick dash for my room where I dumped my things on the floor before running for the bathroom. After using the bathroom, I showered and changed quickly, choosing to wear a skirt since it was easier to manage with my ankle brace.

I was in the process of brushing my hair when Liz came through my door. "Good morning, Izzy." She greeted me cheerfully with a big, wide smile on her face. It was a vast difference in her mood from the previous night.

Offering up a smile of my own, I turned around to face her. "You're in a good mood this morning."

"Yes, I am," Liz sighed dreamily. I bet Ryan had snuck into her room last night for a late night, spirit lifting session.

I crossed the room to grab a seat on my bed and patted the space next to me. After Liz settled in, I asked, "Hey, what was the deal with you and Ryan last night? Did you two have a fight before dinner?"

Liz's smile dimmed somewhat. "No. Ryan was just telling me how his visit with his parents went."

"I take it things didn't go so well?" I mused, recalling their despondency from the night before.

"Ryan told his dad that he's not joining his company after he graduates. They got into a huge fight, and of course, his mother blames me." Liz lamented with features pinched in torment and balled up fists.

"Why would she blame you?"

"The woman hates me, Izzy. She always has," Liz lamented with a resigned look on her face.

Liz shook off her melancholy, plastering a smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. "Anyway, I came to tell you that breakfast is ready. We're having breakfast with my father."

Exiting my room, Liz gave me a genuine smile this time. "He's really making an effort to spend time with us." She played with the ends of her hair. It was something Liz did when she was feeling a little embarrassed. "I know things really looked bad last night, Izzy, but he's really trying. It's just that…"

"Just that what?"

"Taylor and Dad… they just seem to bring out the worst in each other."

"Yeah, I saw that. But things were going just fine until your father attacked him." It still irked me, the way their dad just jumped on his case like he did.

Liz expelled a breath, fighting the urge to defend her father yet she couldn't help herself. "Dad's just trying to stop Taylor from making, what he thinks is, a big mistake. But… even though he can sometimes come across as a rich jerk, he means well, Izzy. All they've ever done is fight and now, Dad just doesn't know how to have a normal conversation with him."

We were almost at the bottom of the stairs and I remained silent, pondering Liz's words. "You have to understand, Izzy, it's not like Dad had it easy. Taylor hated him on sight. I knew Mom's family had already poisoned Taylor's mind against him." I observed that she didn't say her family. From the angry tone of her voice, I gathered that Walter had done a little poisoning of his own.

When we entered the dining room, Walter and Ryan were just getting seated. Taylor wasn't anywhere in sight so I assumed it was just going to be the four of us for breakfast. From the choices already prepared, I chose two pieces of French toast and a glass of orange juice. Liz followed my lead, while Ryan scarfed down his six pancakes as if he was afraid that someone would try to steal one off his plate.

Walter, noticing his son's absence, queried, "Where's your brother, Elizabeth?"

"When I checked, he was still sleeping," Liz answered with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"That's odd. He's usually up by now." Walter's eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

Without even thinking, I elaborated, "He tossed and turned all night." Immediately, all eyes swiveled toward me in surprise, and I wanted to shoot myself. Way to go, bigmouth, I grumbled silently.

As I stared, a half chewed piece of pancake tumbled out of Ryan's mouth (which was currently hanging wide open) and onto his plate. Their analytical stares sent a wave of redness into my cheeks.

"I-It's not… we were talking then I fell asleep," I stammered. Okay, so I lied but this was better than saying, Yeah, I slept in his room and it was completely innocent. Except for the parts where he undressed me with his teeth, and I humped his leg. Totally innocent.

"I thought that was you I saw in the hall this morning when I was sneaking out of Liz's room," Ryan chimed in after recovering from his shock. Walter cleared his throat, giving Ryan a glare that could make an onion cry.

Seeing that Walter took fatherly umbrage to his confession, Ryan immediately changed his story. "I mean, when I was leaving my room to go wake Liz." When Walter's glare failed to lessen, he added hastily, "I didn't have sex with her. Even though she wanted to, I said, no way, Liz-Ouch!" Ryan jerked in surprise, making a face at Liz.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Ryan. Did my fork accidentally stab you in the leg?" Liz queried through gritted teeth accompanied by an expression of wide-eyed innocence. Ryan pouted, rubbing the injured spot on his thigh.

Walter's visage was anything but amused. Clearly, he knew Liz and Ryan were having sex but that didn't mean he wanted to hear about it. Deciding to let sleeping dogs lie, he went back to his waffles with an enthusiasm that was more for show than anything else. The poor man. Charlie's entire face would've been red with rage and embarrassment by now.

The corners of my mouth lifted in a secret smile. I was just grateful that Ryan distracted everyone's attention with his runaway mouth. Breakfast continued on with no further queries into my having shared a bed with Taylor. A few times, I caught Liz looking at me with a silent question in her eyes and gathered that Liz the interrogator would corner me later on.

Susan's nonappearance was noted but left unquestioned. Obviously, she was still angry with Walter for the way he acted, and if he wasn't careful, his elitist attitude would ruin their relationship. Susan didn't strike me as the type of woman who stood for highbrow crap. She appeared to be a more relaxed, down to earth sort of person. I suppose their differences were what made their relationship work. And hopefully, in time, Susan would be able to reel in Walter's pompous tendencies when they got out of control.

At the end of breakfast, Robert began to clear away the dishes and everyone rose from the table to go into the lounge. However my progress was halted when Walter spoke, "Izzy, would you join me in my study for a few moments?"

"Um… Okay." Why would Walter want to see me?

In silence, I accompanied Walter down the hallway that led to his study. He opened the door, allowing me to cross over the threshold and into his sanctuary. Floor to ceiling bookshelves lined the walls of his study. A Chesterfield styled leather chair and a large mahogany desk sat almost in the center of the room. They were strategically positioned in front of the window to collect the natural light that flowed freely into the room. The furniture added to the businesslike feel of the place. There was a large portrait of Catalina hanging above the unlit fire place, and I found myself gravitating toward it. Her wide smile and mischievously gleaming eyes was similar to Liz's.

My eyes then drifted downward to observe the framed photographs on the fireplace mantel. A soft smile touched my lips when I made out the miniature versions of my friends. In one picture, Ryan had Taylor's head trapped in a headlock with one arm and his other arm was wrapped around Liz's shoulder. In the image, they appeared to be around twelve years or so. They were all so cute. I wish I could've seen their baby pictures.

When my gaze flittered to the other pictures my smile disappeared. In every family photo, a serious faced Taylor stared back at me. His unhappiness was apparent in each photo with his father.

"Do you believe in soul mates, Izzy?" Walter's voice broke through my reverie, surprising me a little as I'd forgotten he was in the room.

For a moment, I paused to consider his question. Of course I believed in soul mates. After all, that was what that ridiculous piece of crap- sorry… I meant wonderful thing called imprinting was all about. When you were lucky enough to have the freaking universe point out your soul mate, it was wonderful… just wonderful.

Striving to keep the anger out of my voice, I murmured a brief, "Yeah."

"There's no other feeling like it, knowing you've met the person you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with. It's the greatest feeling in the world." Walter spoke these words while gazing at the portrait of his late wife. I knew what he was talking about. That kind of love was not easily forgotten.

"Have you ever felt that way?" He turned to regard me with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Yeah, I have. Twice." My voice held a faraway quality as I recalled the past two loves of my young life.

"And it didn't work out?" Walter asked the question already knowing the answer.

The smile I offered him was a bitter one. "Forever's not for everyone."

"You're much too young to be so cynical."

I shrugged helplessly. "You say cynical, I say realistic."

"You know, I used to feel that way too." He strolled toward his desk and picked up a framed photo of himself and Susan. "When you lose your soul mate, a part of you disappears right along with them. Then you start to think that you'll never be happy again. But then someone new comes along and…" His voice trailed off.

Walter cleared his throat, appearing embarrassed that he shared so much of himself with me. He didn't need to be. It was nice to witness his softer side, his human side. Walter and I had something in common. We both understood what it was like to live with heart wrenching loss. But I hoped that was all we would have in common because I didn't want to be alone for twenty years.

Walter got to the real reason he asked to see me. "Well, I called you in here to thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"For saving my son's life. I heard what you did, and I'm grateful to you."

My cheeks heated in embarrassment. "Mr. Reed-"

"-call me Walter. I think you've earned that right," Walter interjected gently.

Although I called him Walter in my mind, it still felt a little weird saying it out loud. "Walter, you don't have to thank me, really. Taylor and I saved each other."

"You care about my son a lot, don't you?" He pinned me with a scrutinizing stare.

"Of course I do. We're friends," I supplied firmly, in the midst of striving to keep redness out of my face. If it was Walter's intention to determine the exact nature of Taylor's and my relationship, then he was barking up the wrong tree. Whatever it was that Taylor and I were doing was no one's business but our own. I didn't need Walter making wedding plans and naming heirs just yet.

"Just friends," Walter reiterated in a tone that hinted at his disbelief.

In an attempt to turn the tables on him, I casually inquired, "So, I didn't see Susan at breakfast this morning. Is she okay?" That was code for, Is she speaking to you?

I'd successfully succeeded in changing the topic as Walter began to stumble around his words. "W-Well… Susan's fine. She's agreed to attend the dinner party tonight," Walter answered in an inelegantly manner that implied that he was unused to showing emotion. I took his reply to mean that he called and apologized for being a jerk.

My mind went back to Walter's fight with Taylor, and even though I ran the risk of ruining our friendly heart-to-heart, I felt the need to petition on Taylor's behalf. "Walter, I know this isn't any of my business, but… about Taylor's major-"

Knowing where I was going with this, Walter cut me off sternly, "You're right, it isn't any of your business."

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. So we're back to this again, are we?

If this were a couple of years ago, I would've backed down, allowing Walter's forbidding countenance to intimidate me. However, I refused to cower beneath his scowl. I'd seen enough to discern that Walter, being the cutthroat businessman that he was, was the kind of man that zeroed in on and exploited weakness once he discovered it. But this wasn't two years ago, and Walter Reed did not scare me. Okay… so maybe he scared me a little, but I'd be damned if I was going to let him see that. I had to make Walter understand what his stubbornness would cost him.

Squaring my shoulders, I looked him straight in the eye. "You know, your attitude right there is what's responsible for your current relationship with Taylor. You need to back off and let Taylor make his own decisions."

"He is my son. I will do anything to prevent him from throwing his life away." There it was again, that irritating my way or the highway attitude.

"What is this really about? Is this about Taylor choosing the right way or your way?" His expression darkened, and I knew I'd hit a nerve.

"Look, I know you're afraid that he'll fall into the wrong crowd. But honestly, could you see Taylor letting someone influence him into doing something that he doesn't want to do? I know Taylor, and there's no doubt in my mind that your son inherited your stubbornness." I teased lightly to soften whatever sting my words might have held.

"Music is not just a phase for Taylor; it's a part of who he is. It's what he loves." At this Walter turned away from me, peering out the window at his snow-covered property. "If you keep trying to control him, he will cut you out of his life." It was only a matter of time before that happened. Already Taylor was pulling away from him and soon nothing short of Walter's demise would bring him back to Boston.

A beat of silence passed before I continued. "How would you like to have Liz call you someday, saying that you have a grandchild you're never going to see?"

When I was met with the absence of speech, I took that as my cue to leave. With my hand on the doorknob, I paused to impart one last bit of information. "Oh and by the way. Your son wants to be a teacher."

I didn't stick around to decipher the look on Walter's face as I shut the door behind me. Maybe he would take my words to heart or not. It was up to Walter now.

After much puffing and cursing on my part, I finally arrived at Taylor's door. I wanted to give him a heads-up about the conversation that occurred between Walter and me. For a moment, I paused, wondering if Taylor was still asleep. If he was, then I planned to ogle his unconscious form for a bit before waking him.

It was on this thought that I let myself into his room, quietly closing the door behind me. I spun around expecting find Taylor still dead to the world, but instead my eyes landed on an empty bed.

Where is he?

My question was answered when Taylor's bathroom door swung open and out walked Taylor looking every bit as surprised to see me as I was him.

"Damn," I gasped in sheer awe of the scene before me.

A wet Taylor stood before me completely naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. I was positively mesmerized by the way his olive skin contrasted against the white towel. My mouth dried and my palms began to sweat as I stood frozen, unable tear my eyes away from the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles.

Good lord, the man was tempting.

Subsequent to a few more seconds of staring, it finally dawned on me that I was openly gawking at the guy. My disconcertion was increased further when my gaze trailed up Taylor's physique to see him regarding me with humor in his eyes.

Without delay, I quickly turned away from the Chippendale scene, completely embarrassed. Taylor definitely wasn't expecting me to barge into his room and sexually assault him with my eyes. "God, I'm so sorry, Taylor. I didn't know you were changing."

"Was there something you wanted?" Taylor asked in a lowered voice that sounded like he was headed my way.

"Wanted? No, um… I didn't want anything." Even though I tried to stay calm, my voice was as wobbly as my knees.

"Are you sure?" Taylor was so close that I could feel his warmth on my back. The fresh scent of his shower gel and aftershave wafted around me, bringing his proximity into sharp focus.

Around the desert in my mouth, I inquired softly, "I-Is that your hand poking me?"

In silent response to my question, Taylor slowly placed one hand on my right shoulder. Then after a short pause he placed his other hand on my left.

My eyes widen, mouth falling open as my mind screamed, Oh my god! So not his hand.

The hands on my shoulders tightened ever so gently before spinning me around to face him. I valiantly refused to look down or at his face, keeping my eyes glued to his chest.

Anticipation hung heavily in the air as I stared at the muscled expanse of flesh before me. Taylor remained unfazed by my gawking as he stood still, letting me have my fill. In the recesses of my mind, I knew that I should leave, leave now before I did something to embarrass myself further, like faint.

The decision was made for me when my eyes followed the path of a fat drop of water, rolling down Taylor's chest. Instinctively, without thinking I leaned forward and licked it off his flesh. Taylor stiffened beneath my mouth, and I drew back quickly, thinking I'd done something wrong.

My eyes travelled up to his face. Under the burning heat of his gaze, realization hit me and I began to comprehend what I'd done. My licking Taylor's chest was the equivalent of dangling meat in front of a caged tiger without discerning that the cage door was unlocked. And now the tiger was out of its cage, demanding to taste the meat I'd teased it with.

In vain, I sought to formulate a sentence. There was some reason I came to Taylor's room, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what it was. Damn it! It was something important. I nervously licked my lips and the movement drew Taylor's gaze to my mouth and kept it there. My breath caught, realizing that he was going to kiss me again.

All of my thoughts stuttered to a stop as he leaned in close. A rush of nervous excitement flooded my body, and I found myself rising to the tips of my toes to meet his lips. Ever so gently, Taylor's lips brushed against my own, sending rivers of heat rushing through my veins. He opened his mouth over my own, and then ran his tongue along my bottom lip in a teasing manner. In retaliation, I lightly dug my nails into his chest. I was in no mood to be teased.

I felt Taylor smile against my mouth before parting my lips with his, deepening the kiss. I swept my tongue inside, exploring the wet, hot cavern of his mouth.

In an attempt to bring him closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck. But Taylor's hands grasped my waist, preventing me from closing the distance between our bodies.

He was trying to stop me from rubbing up against his erection, which was currently poking me in the stomach. When my tugging failed to cease, Taylor relented, taking me by absolute surprise when I found myself pressed up against the door. The intensity of his kiss increased, further igniting my excitement.

My mind argued that it was too soon, that I should get the hell out of there while I was still capable of logical thinking. While my body countered that this had been more than two years in the making. To hell with too soon, this was long overdue. And I was so tired of always denying myself. I was immensely tired of always being the good girl who never crossed the line. The desire to break all ties with my former sexually repressed self was so strong, so tempting.

Taylor's arms tightened me before I was lifted up. Instinctively, I wound my legs around his waist and locked my ankles low on his back. I froze briefly when I realized the compromising position I'd placed myself in. With much effort, Taylor managed to break away from the kiss, leaning his forehead against my own.

Taylor's voice was rough and raspy. "Do you feel what you're doing to me?"

His hands slid from my back to my ass, cupping it firmly so that I could feel his hardened length against my aching center. My underwear and his towel were the only things separating us from direct skin on skin contact. My desire filled mind was so fogged up that words failed, and I was unable to answer him. I was completely overpowered by his brand of sexuality, raw with a hint of danger.

Taylor leaned in until his lips brushed against my own. His soft breath came in warm gusts as he groaned, "Can you feel how much I want you?" Taylor then bucked his hips against mine, and I gasped, experiencing a stab of pleasure at the added friction. At that moment, I wouldn't have been able to answer him if my life depended on it.

Once more the voice inside my head spoke up, telling me that we were moving too fast and that this was the exact opposite of taking things slow. But for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to care… or stop. The wanton desire Taylor had ignited inside of me was overwhelming and incredibly intense.

My legs tensed almost painfully around his waist as I moved my body against his, grinding my pelvis against his own. At first, my movements were a bit timid then my confidence gradually increased, and I found myself undulating boldly against him. Taylor cupped the back of my neck before bringing his lips to mine for a deep kiss. I drug my nails across the bare skin of his back, causing Taylor to groan loudly as his thrusting became rougher and uncontrolled. It was such a turn on, seeing Taylor on the verge of losing control like this.

He kissed his way across my jaw line and down to the crook of my neck. The combination of his licking tongue and teeth scraping against my skin was driving me insane. I leaned my head against the door, giving him further access to my neck. My fingers delved into his moist hair. His teeth scraped against my neck again before he clamped down, applying more pressure.

Is he going to bite me? I wondered in an impassioned daze.

Our private moment was interrupted by Ryan's loud voice, "Hey, Taylor. You in there, man?"

Taylor's body stiffened immediately beneath my hands, and he quickly withdrew, removing his mouth from my neck. He blinked a few times, almost as if he was trying to clear his head. He then focused his gaze on my face, peering at me intently, and his breathing ragged and harsh sounding. Meanwhile, I struggled to calm my own breathing while becoming more and more aware of my current position, wrapped around Taylor like a horny octopus. Not to mention the large erection between my legs, reminding me of how turned on we both still were.

My thoughts were broken off when Ryan tried to open the door, the door that we were currently leaning on. Faster than I was able to think, Taylor's hand shot out and grabbed the handle, preventing Ryan from opening the door further.

"Hey, man. What are you doing in there?" Ryan's voice sounded a little strange.

Oh God, did he hear us?

Taylor's eyes never wavered from mine as he answered, "I'm naked."

That sounded so erotic coming from him.

"Ugh. Say no more. I just came to tell you that your dad wants to talk to you."

"I'll be there in a few minutes."

"All right then."

Taylor had the look a tiger observing its prey, and somehow, I managed to swallow around the tightness of my throat. The way he was looking at me, like he could make a meal out of me. He leaned in close to my ear and growled, "Go, before I change my mind."

Without making eye contact, I quickly untangled myself from Taylor and fixed my clothes. I was still so far gone that I barely registered the ground under my feet and on legs made of jelly, quickly fled the scene. There wasn't anyone in the hallway; not that I stopped to check as I was too busy scampering into my room. My mind was in such turmoil, that I didn't look around to see if anyone else might have been in my room.

Closing the door quickly behind me, I pressed my forehead against the cool wood in an attempt to calm myself down. In all my years of knowing Taylor, I'd never seen him like that, so unbounded and primal. He'd always seemed so controlled and respectful, never once stepping over my carefully placed boundaries. But now all bets were off. Ever since that night in the cave, our relationship had been altered. Taylor had been different. Well… not really different. He was still the same sweet guy, but now I saw something else when I looked at him, something dangerous and wild. It was almost as if, by agreeing to our relationship whatever, I released the tiger from its cage.

If Ryan hadn't interrupted us when he did, we probably would've ended up having sex right up against Taylor's door. I found myself groaning with embarrassment. What's wrong with me? Just one look at Taylor in a towel and I almost lost my panties.

I damn near peed myself when Liz's voice spoke up behind me.

"I know what you did, Izzy. I was listening."

Oh crap!

Story recap: Can you imagine Edward wearing bell-bottoms and platforms?

Liz shouldn't be allowed near silverware for a while. Poor Ryan.

My beta was a bit annoyed at Liz for defending Walter's actions. I guess someone's a hardcore Team Taylor, huh?

Bella's turned into a sexual deviant, wanting to molest innocent Taylor. Maybe someone should warm him.

How did you like Bella's conversation with Walter?

Bella, Taylor, a tiger and the door. (Yep I'm jealous)

BTW, in-case you hadn't noticed, I'm introducing you guys to the other side of Taylor character. Let me know your thoughts.

A/N: My longest chapter to date.

Hey guys in an attempt to reply to each review, I will now be delivering my teasers to my reviewers. Review and be teased people!

I've also decided to go ahead and write about Leah and Zach's Christmas debacle. So expect that chapter later down the line.

Already i can hear the she-wolf grumbling in my head and I can tell you, it's going to be hilarious.