Simone heard a soft knock on her hotel room door. She walked quietly past the girls' bed, and looked through the peek hole. It was Taylor. She smiled and took a deep breath. Last night had been incredible and she felt so close to Taylor now. Not just because of that, but because she now knew that he did truly love her, because he didn't rush anything, and he even told her that he wasn't going to do anything if she didn't want too. She opened the door slightly, just enough to see him.

"Hi." He whispered through the crack. She smiled again.

"Hi." She said. He was looking into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to be with her like they were last night, he wanted to be like that for the rest of his life. He loved her so much that he sometimes he couldn't express it. He couldn't tell her enough that he loved her. She looked down at the floor, to avoid his gaze.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned. He didn't want her to feel embarrassed about what they had done. He didn't want it to drive her away. She sniffed. She had been crying, even after she had left his room when Isaac had barged in.

"Nothing, really." She said. He reached over, put his forefinger under her chin and titled her head up so he could look into her eyes.

"Sim…what's wrong?" he asked, pressing the issue. He knew that something was bothering her. She opened the door the rest of the way and let him in her room. She knew that he wasn't allowed, it was a rule that Walker and Diana had mentioned on the 1st stop of the tour with Simone. But it wasn't night and she didn't care because she had to talk.

"Tay, when I left, Isaac knows. He took my arm in his hand, and it hurt. He was like squeezing it, and it really hurt. He said, 'Tell me that nothing happened last night, and that you two only fell asleep like that.' And I didn't know what to tell him." Simone said, in a low voice, so not to wake up Avery and Jessica.

"What? What did you say?" Taylor asked.

"I told him the truth, Tay. I couldn't lie to him. I told him 'I can't say that, because if I did, then I would be lying'. He seemed crushed when I said that, and he still didn't let go of my arm. I finally shrugged him off, but, I'm afraid that he'll tell on us." Simone said.

"Well, don't worry about that, Sim. He's not going to say anything." Taylor promised, pulling her close to him. He kissed her lips gently at first. Simone wanted to push him away, in fear of his parents walking in, or even the girls waking up. But, she couldn't help herself, gave in and their kisses grew stronger and more fervent with each passing trice. Soon, they were both lying back on her bed, and were almost too far to be stopped.

"Taylor, stop." Simone said. She sat up, then looked at him. "You don't understand, do you?" He looked confused. "Tay, just because we had sex last night, it doesn't mean that we can do it whenever we feel like it."

"Why not?" Taylor asked, smiling from ear to ear. She playfully slapped his chest. "And besides, about last night, I would, um, consider it a little more than just 'having sex', wouldn't you?" Now it was Simone's turn to be confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I was hoping that you would be thinking of it like I am. More along the lines of 'making love', instead of 'having sex'." Taylor said, trying to explain what he was feeling inside.

Simone smiled. "You're right. It was definitely that, and anyway, it does sound better." Taylor kissed her again, then stood and leave the room.

"See you at breakfast." Taylor said, shutting the door behind him. When he looked up, he was looking eye to eye with his father. He had a loving fatherly, yet stern look on his face. Taylor silently gasped and sort of got a knot in his stomach. "Uh, hi Dad."

"You've got some explaining to do." his dad said, pulling on his elbow, guiding him into his parents bedroom. Just before was pulled into the room, Taylor caught the sight of Isaac down the hallway, wearing a smirk in his lips. Walker led Taylor over to the bed and commanded him to sit down. "Taylor, what happened?"

"When?" Taylor asked, the knot in his stomach growing bigger.

"Just now. Why were you in Simone's room when you know that it's a rule for you not to be in there without any supervision?" his dad asked. Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed.

"Well, she needed someone to talk to. She was crying and I was just comforting her, that's all. She...she just needed a hug." Taylor said, trying to avoid his father's eyes as much as possible. Although he was telling the truth, he was afraid that his dad would be able to see that he wasn't telling him everything. Walker examined Taylor's face to detemine if he was telling the truth or not.

"Do you know why she was crying? Did she tell you?"

"Yeah, she did. But she told me not to tell anyone else about it. She doesn't want anyone else to know, and she trusts me to keep her promise." Taylor said, not exactly lying there. At least, he didn't think that she would want to tell anyone about what Isaac did. His dad nodded.

"It's good that you are keeping your promises, son, and I respect you for respecting Simone. But, I just want to make sure that, so far in your relationship, you haven't done anything that you would regret." Walker said, shifting his weight. This was uncomfortable talking about with his son, especially not his oldest son. He thought that he would be having this talk with Isaac a few years before Taylor, but he wasn't.

"Dad, if I would ever regret doing something, do you think I would even end up doing it in the first place?" Taylor quizzed his father. He nodded again.

"You're right. I know that I can trust you to make the right decisions." his dad said, then getting up. "That's all. You're dismissed." Taylor then got up to exit the room. "Oh yeah, one more thing," his dad called after him. Taylor turned around. "Use your head."

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After Simone had showered and put on some clean clothes, she descended to the hotel's restaurant where the family met every morning to eat breakfast. To her surprise, she was the last one at the table. She took her seat next to Taylor.

"Sorry that I'm late. I didn't realize that I had taken such a long shower." she said, apologizing to both Walker and Diana. Diana smiled, then lowered her menu.

"No need to apologize, honey. The important thing is that you are all rested up from after last night. Did you sleep well, dear?" she asked. Simone looked up sharply, not knowing what she was talking about. She reached under the table and grabbed Taylor's hand and squeezed it.

"Yeah, I did sleep good last night." she exchanged quick glances with Taylor, then she looked at Isaac. "If you don't mind my asking, why?"

"Well, last night, while we were eating pizza, you looked a little tuckered out, that's all. And when I heard this morning that you," Diana paused to think of the right words, "that you were just a bit sensitive, I was just worried, thats all. Maybe call it a motherly instint."

Simone smiled, then released her grip on Taylor's hand. "Well, thank you for the concern, but I'm fine. It was just 'one of those cries' when it just feels good to let everything out. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, dear." Diana looked over at Walker. "It's a woman thing." she said to clear his thoughts. He nodded, then called the waitress over to the table to order their breakfast.

Simone breathed out the breath that she had been keeping inside during that whole conversation. She thought that they had found out.