August 20th, 2012

looking up at taylor

gracie | chapter one | just updated

No,” I whisper sharing his smile. “ We can’t.”

“Why can’t we?” He asks. “Gracie’s asleep. I can get you away from under her without even waking her up.”

No.” I repeat myself.

“We can always lock the bathroom door.”

Taylor,” I try to sound stern but the thought of taking a shower with my husband is just too damn appealing.

Jen,” He mocks me.

He grins and I know that he knows that he‘s won.