It was a normal but rainy night in the Swift house. You and your girlfriend, Taylor, were lying on the couch in the house watching a movie.

although, the movie was being forgotten, while you and Taylor got lost in passionate kisses.

You loved the way Taylor's lips felt against yours. Her hot lips along with her hot breath against your skin was a pleasurable sensation.

You let out a sigh as the two of you kissed

Her hand began to slide under your blouse, You began to feel a certain discomfort, The truth is you were too tired to move on to anything more than making out with Taylor, you just weren't in the mood.

You tried to pull away, and called her by her nickname "Tay", the word left your lips in a choked gasp, as she continued pressing her lips against you, not wanting to separate, until you called a little more firmly, She finally separated.

"What's wrong, love? Did I do something wrong?" She asked, it wasn't her intention to make you feel uncomfortable.

You shook your head and quickly spoke. "No Tay, it's just that, I don't feel... in the mood to do anything other than making out."

"Oh baby, it's okay.. It happens" She responded, you were very surprised to see that she wasn't angry or even disappointed.