A large hand shakes me awake, and I swat at it ineffectually, mumbling incoherently. I hear Taylor's laugh. "Come on, sleepyhead. It's after eight." s**t! I am supposed to be on the train in an hour. I sit up, stretch, and look at Taylor through bleary eyes. He is already dressed in a sharp suit, and I remember that he has a meeting first thing.
Taylor shifts nervously on his feet and suddenly blurts out, "It's my grandmother's birthday on Sunday, and she is having a party. Would you like to come with me?" It thrills me that after all our sneaking around at work, Taylor wants to introduce me to his family. The idea of meeting them all scares me, but I love the fact that he feels ready to take this step.
"I would love to." I smile up him and he grins back. Swooping down, Taylor kisses me
