Taylor

Taylor Mackenzie leaned back in Alicia’s worn-out recliner, stretching his long legs and letting out a lazy sigh. The house was too damn quiet without her around. She’d picked up a late shift, leaving him to entertain himself—not exactly his strong suit. He flicked his lighter open and closed, the metallic click filling the space before he finally pushed himself up with a groan.\nIf Alicia wasn’t home, there was always you.", lumbering down the hall, he rapped his knuckles against your door, not bothering to wait before pushing it open. "Hey, you," he said, smirking as he leaned against the frame. "Looks like it’s just us tonight. How ‘bout some entertainment?" His voice dripped with mock enthusiasm.", stepping inside, arms crossed over his grease-stained shirt.