The night was supposed to be over.

But after the Grammys, Taylor found herself standing in the middle of a packed afterparty, champagne glass in hand, giggling with friends, and soaking in the endless stream of congratulations. Winning multiple Grammys never stopped feeling surreal to her—especially after everything she'd been through, both in her career and personal life.

Her eyes scanned the room, landing on Travis across the floor. He was with some of his friends, grinning and laughing, just like always. Taylor's heart skipped a beat. He looked so damn good tonight. Her smile was instant, and before she could think twice, she was making her way toward him, leaving her circle of friends behind.

Travis noticed her immediately, eyes lighting up when they met. He made his way over to her, casually pushing through the crowd.

"Hey, you," he said, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. "You killed it tonight."

Taylor smiled, almost shyly. "You didn't do too bad yourself, Mr. Football Star."

He laughed, pulling her into his arms. "I don't think I could top your night. I'm just happy I get to be here with you."

She grinned, lifting her glass. "To us."

"To us," he repeated, clinking his glass against hers.

After the clink, Taylor tossed her head back and drained her champagne in one go, feeling the warmth spread through her. It wasn't the first time she'd had a bit to drink tonight, and her head was already starting to feel a little more fuzzy than usual. But tonight, she wasn't thinking about anything other than how much she loved this moment. How much she loved him.

"Feeling good?" Travis asked with a knowing smile, his hand brushing her arm as he leaned closer.

She beamed at him. "I'm feeling great."

And she meant it—until the room started to spin.

Her vision blurred slightly, but before she could think too much about it, she heard Travis's voice again.

"Hey, you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine!" she exclaimed, her words slurring slightly as she steadied herself on his shoulder. "Just a little dizzy, but I'm fine."

Travis didn't look convinced. "Are you sure? Because I think you've had enough champagne for tonight."

Taylor waved him off, though she could tell he wasn't letting it slide. "I'm a big girl, Travis. Don't worry about me."

But that wasn't enough for him. He could see she wasn't as steady as usual, and he wasn't about to let her push him away.

He placed his hand gently on her back. "Alright, come on," he said softly. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable, yeah?"

Before she could protest again, Travis guided her out of the crowd, making sure she didn't stumble or trip in her heels. The air outside felt cool against her skin, and for a second, she felt alive.

"Thank you," she whispered as he led her into their hotel suite. The silence was a relief from the noisy afterparty.

"You okay?" he asked again once they were inside, closing the door behind them.

"I'm fine." She smiled up at him, leaning against him as she kicked off her shoes. "I just wanted to be with you, you know?"

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I know, baby. And you're with me now."

Her eyes flickered between his, and she smiled like she was holding onto a secret. "I love you," she murmured, her voice low and vulnerable.

"I love you too, Tay," he replied, heart swelling. He wasn't sure if she even heard him, though, because the next thing she did was press her lips against his in a soft kiss.

But Taylor wasn't done. She pulled back only to rest her forehead against his, looking up at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes. "I'm really glad you're here. Like, really glad."

He smiled, kissing her forehead. "I wouldn't be anywhere else, Taylor."

"I know." She smiled too, but there was a softness in her expression, almost like she was beginning to drift.

Travis noticed it and gently guided her to the bed, sitting her down and brushing her hair back.

"Let me help you out of that dress," he suggested softly.

Taylor sighed, leaning back against the pillows, her fingers fumbling to unclip the back of her dress. "I don't wanna take it off," she said, her words slow and lazy as she looked up at him.

He laughed, kneeling beside her. "Why not?"

"Because... because I feel good in it." She looked down at the dress, her eyes soft with admiration. "I feel like a Grammy-winning queen."

"You are a queen," Travis replied, a smile tugging at his lips. "But you're gonna be even more of a queen when you're comfy in your pajamas."

She groaned dramatically, pulling at the dress again. "Fine. You win."

After a few moments, Taylor was finally in a soft oversized shirt of his, and Travis couldn't help but chuckle as she flopped back onto the bed, all stretched out like she owned the place.

"You still wanna cuddle?" he asked, moving to lie down beside her.

"Always," she replied, her eyes already half-lidded.

"Always?"

"Always," she repeated, reaching for him. She wrapped herself around him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded, her fingers tracing slow patterns across his chest.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You're drunk, baby."

"I'm in love," she murmured back, her voice muffled against his shirt. "With you."

"And I'm in love with you," he said softly, his arms tightening around her.

Taylor hummed, pressing herself closer. "I think I'm just gonna sleep here... with you... all night..."

Travis chuckled quietly, already feeling his eyelids getting heavy. "Sounds perfect to me, baby."

And as Taylor drifted off, still wrapped up in his arms, Travis couldn't help but feel that this, right here, was the best part of the night. Not the Grammys. Not the party. Just the quiet, sleepy moments with her.

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