Bathroom Playtime
Taylor wiped the sweat from her forehead. It was too cold to be sweating. The chill night air breezed hit her face when she made it to the bottom of the staircase. She looked over into the almost-empty moving truck. Only a mini refrigerator and and a few boxes left. Taylor untied her dark hair from its ponytail and retied it so that it could be tighter. She felt sweaty and dirty from moving furniture all day. The only thing that made this whole day worth it was look at Michael help her and her...