POV: Taylor
It felt like I was back to being the young, foolish, teenager me. I let myself get suffocated. With my guard withdrawn, my eyes roamed over his face in the manner I'd been wanting to look at him, repeating in my head the words, just this one, just this moment. I wanted to see him very closely and look into his eyes in such a way that my heart would falter and threaten to jump out of my chest. So I did. My knees weakened as a result, so I searched for the nearest solid support I could hold. My fingers grasped the handrails, leaning my weight onto it.
I'd been neglecting myself to get that relief. To watch him in the way a lover would, in a way that says the words, I love you and I miss you.
I had felt empty for days. That moment that Willaim was there, and that near, it felt
