I'm not sure there's anything to complicate

***Taylor's POV***

I'm not normally this type of girl. I don't make out with guys randomly and I definitely don't sit on their dining room tables wearing a shirt that belongs to their best friend. Against all of my better judgements I gave in to him.

His eyes were pulling me into him, I felt like this moment was the first time I've seen the real him. And I could be horribly mistaken but he was definitely just as into that kiss as I was. I remember his ragged breath and him trying to touch every inch of my body. I'm not sure I can even blame the alcohol anymore as I'm feeling sober-ish now.

The touch of his lips, there was no apprehension and no half measures. That was his 100%. He's kissing my neck still, and I can't let him go. My arms are tracing lines up and down his back. I grab a fistful of his hair and try to pull his face back to mine.

He faces me. Annoyingly he looks perfect, perfectly calm and perfectly composed. I don't feel even half of the calm that he evidently does. I feel like a hot mess under his touch.

"I feel like that complicated things" he says.

No not at all, don't ruin this moment. Push me back on the table and take me is all I can think. But I suppose he is right after all.

He strokes my hair. He gently kisses my lips one more time.

"I'm not sure there was anything to complicate" I say without thinking.

What am I doing I've only just met these two guys?

He's candid. He half smiles.

"You want some toast" he asks me as if we didn't just make out on the table. He smiles at me suggestively when he see's my face.

"you know what I want" I tell him

He smiles, he has me where he wants me.

"First I need to make some more toast" he says

What the hell is he going on about, fuck the toast.

He looks around the floor and I see that during our make out session we must have knocked a majority of it on the floor.

I laugh.

Picking up the guitar, I begin to play billie martens "bird". It's perfect for my voice. I feel so comfortable watching him move around his family kitchen with just his boxers on. I notice small tattoos on his back. On either shoulder blade he has a Ying and Yang. I go to ask him about them breaking away from my song.

Just as Ross and Ryan enter the kitchen.

"That sounds heavenly, ah I get it you're an angel" Ross says cheekily coming to kiss me on the cheek. I need to sort this out. He's just wearing his jeans and a belt and Ryan looks strangely over dressed next to him.

Matty tenses at the affection. But he comes to sit down at the table with everyone.

"What happened to the rest of the toast" Ryan laughs looking at the floor

"What can I say Tay is clumsy" Matty jokes and I swat him playfully.

"Looks like you both had a good time" he laughs and I flinch slightly.

I'm not sure how to deal with this situation. Luckily Matty laughs it off.

"you guys want cheese on toast or not" he says.

Matty eyes me as everyone else tucks in.

Ross hands me some toast, sitting down next to me. He brushes my thigh with his free hand.

I never noticed how affectionate he is, but now I've just made out with his best friend I feel somewhat more conscious of it all.

As I eat some toast, note to self Matty makes amazing cheese on toast. I think of how easily I could get used to sitting in his kitchen and playing the guitar whilst watching him cook. Having finished his toast Matty disappears briefly upstairs. I walk back into the living room where he has bundled up some blankets and spare pillows.

This thoughtful side to Matty is something I didn't necessarily anticipate when I first met him. He makes sure his friends are having a good time.

I smile and he is pleased.

"You'll have to show me those cameras tomorrow" I say remembering that we are going to be in the same media and film class. He kisses me lightly on the lips.

I lay on his couch using one of the blankets for comfort. I decide to keep Ross' shirt on, unless he wants it back. Matty walks back into the kitchen to be with the guys.