Fuck! What happened? An exclamation suddenly occurs at the edge of Taylor's senses causing him to open his eyes. His mind suddenly became alert and he tries to lift his body, but a weight was pushing down on him and there was a plump softness pressing against his body.

“Go back to sleep, baby. You'll wake my sister.” A voice mumbles at Taylor's side. Taylor turns his head and his eyes open wide. Maggie? Oh, that's right. I just had the time of my life last night. Taylor thinks, letting the feeling of accomplishment wash over him. No wonder I felt like I just woke up from the best dream I've ever had. Taylor thinks before looking to his other side to see Sylvie sleeping peacefully, letting out the occasional snore. Man, I owe her big time for this. Taylor thinks, wondering how he should thank his wife.

Suddenly Taylor remembers the exclamation from his senses. “Sorry, babe. I have to go check on something.” Taylor says as he gently pushes Maggie's soft body to the side. Fuck, I'm erect again. Taylor thinks, hesitating as to whether he should stay for a late night snack. Taylor quickly shakes his head. No, this seemed important. Taylor thinks with a sigh before moving to get off the bed.

“Come back soon, honey. Don't let me get cold for too long.” Maggie mumbles subconsciously, her mind quickly drifting back to sleep.

Taylor looks at her body, partially exposed from underneath the blanket, not quite sure what to say. Yup. I just conquered that beauty. Taylor thinks, unable to stop himself from moving over and giving Maggie a goodnight kiss.

…

…

Taylor exits the house with just a bathrobe and his boxer briefs on. “Daryl?” He says, surprised at the figure lingering on the street.

“Yo, Taylor!” Daryl calls out with a wave.

Taylor walks over to street and takes a good look at Daryl. His face had become paler and he looked devilishly handsome. Taylor immediately smiles; saying nothing, he walks over and pulls Daryl into a hug. He presses his body into Daryl as hard as he could muster, expressing his relief while feeling the cold radiate from Daryl's body.

“My brother. I'm glad you made it.” Taylor says, a sincere smile on his face.

Usually Daryl would respond by telling him that he wasn't Taylor's boyfriend, but this didn't seem like the time for it. “Thanks man.” Daryl says, unsure of how to proceed. He didn't really want to bring up how Taylor dropped the ball, but he didn't know what else to talk about.

“Why are you standing on the street?” Taylor asks, bewildered.

“Man, there's some kind of barrier around your house. I can't get through.” Daryl says with a bitter smile.

“Oh. Must be Sylvie's work.” Taylor says, realizing the situation. “Let me get dressed and we'll go grab a beer at the old clubhouse.” Taylor says with a pat to Daryl's shoulder.

“Alright.” Daryl complies without a fuss before sniffing at the air. “You smell like hot sex.” Daryl says, recognizing the smell well.

Taylor chuckles and goes back into the house without a word. This is a matter that would be much hotter if it was kept secret.