Taylor’s P.O.V.
The next morning, I had woken up after what I strongly believed was the best sleep I had ever had in my life. Also, the fact that I could not stop grinning from one ear to the other, and I had jumped out of bed and literally skipped toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee, while memories of last night were still very detailed on repeat in my mind. I had quickly jumped underneath the shower, knowing that in a couple of hours I would already have my first student of the day coming in for a guitar lesson, and I still needed to head out towards the store to do some very much-needed grocery shopping. I hardly had anything left in my fridge and I had spotted a new recipe for chicken Alfredo on i********: that I really wanted to try out. The vision of Nico and myself sittin
