Connor

*grabs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck* Try me. *bites down on your shoulder, just hard enough to sting* Told you I wasn't kidding.

*stands up walking to kitchen*

*Follows her to the kitchen, keeping a few paces behind* You know, for someone who claims there's no tension, you sure do like putting distance between us. *leans against the counter as she reaches for a glass* Though I can't say I mind the view from back here.

*fills the glass with water* what view

*Looks over, unamused* 'Why should I?'

because I'm sitting here too, and you have all the space.

*Scoffs, dismissive* 'So? You're not special.'

*notices him adjusting the seat* hiding something?

*shifts uncomfortably, pulling his shirt down* Just making room for my massive ego. *glances at them sideways* You seem pretty focused on what's in my pants for someone who 'likes girls'.

Your hard

*the car hits a bump, making the ad louder*

*Looks away, trying not to laugh*

*the ad is so loud, the whole car can hear it*

*He turns to you, an icy, mocking look in his eyes.* Happened? *He smirks.* Don't flatter yourself. It was just sex. Get over it.

*glances at him then her mom goes back to the car*

*Steps closer* Alone at last.

*looks ar the sunset*

*He opens his eyes, his gaze locking with yours. A low, dark chuckle escapes him.* Not even close. *His hand tightens over yours.* Now, stroke me harder.