After enjoying the delicious seafood soup, he and Taylor were warmly toasty, not just in body but also in their stomachs, and Taylor's pink cheeks turned even rosier.
Dusk had fallen, and "Despacito" was still playing from the computer in the living room. He embraced Taylor, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the music.
Despacito
I want to strip you of your clothes with kisses
Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto
I want to paint your puzzle on the walls
Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito
With the atmosphere and setting just right, he followed the guidance of the lyrics, kissing Taylor, ready to take the romance to its conclusion.
But when they got back to the bedroom, Taylor was too nervous, her body tensed up, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clenched into fists, as if she was a death row inmate facing the gallows.