#out of the woods
1989 Era / Music Videos
Chapter 7 Excerpt
“I’ll take the couch tonight. You can take my bed,” I say as I close the door to the spare room and shove a towel down at the bottom, to keep the cold air out.
“Absolutely not. I’ll take the couch.”
I’m pretty tired of fighting him on this shit. It’s my house. I turn to him and drop my palms down onto his shoulders. His eyes go wide.
“Beckett, just take the fucking bed and quit arguing with me.”
He tries glaring at me, but dissolves almost immediately into snorting laughter. “Okay, okay, fine.”
I grab my pillow and settle down. This couch is about a hundred years old and lumpy in odd places. I’m glad Beckett’s not sleeping on it again. Two nights in a row on this thing would be torture.
“You’ll want to leave the door cracked, otherwise it gets pretty cold in there,” I advise.
The firelight is getting dim, but I can still see Beckett lingering in the doorway. He looks inside my room at the bed, then back at me.
Then he says, with a casual shrug, “Just come sleep in here with me.”
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everyday i mourn the fact that 1989 is not the next re-recording. idk how much longer i can survive without wildest dreams & out of the woods (taylor’s version)