This boy next to my room

57

June

I almost feel like he smiled.

He types something on his keyboard and a few moments later I feel my phone vibrate through my pocket.

Connor looks up at me, there's no hate in his eyes anymore. I grab my device and unlock it to see what he sent me. We really do look like two idiots.

« Too bad, me too. »

I press his message for a long time to appreciate it before raising my head in turn, towards him. I can't help but smile like a kid, and obviously he does too.

In less than an hour, we went from an explosive argument to peace.

"I don't want to ruin it with this but... where were you last night?" I ask.

"You'd rather not know, trust me."

I'm a little disappointed but I'll settle for that so I don't make things worse between us. The storm has passed and I hope it doesn't come back.

I watch him close his suitcase before standing up. Did he really have time to finish it yesterday? But I guess he was just too angry with me to come back.

Things may have calmed down, but I still have the harsh words he said in the back of my mind. I hope he didn't mean them because I've never gone that far with a boy, and for me, that night was exceptional.

He made me feel things that no one else could ever make me feel, I now have proof of that with Tyler.

Besides, I don't know why, but it amuses me to know that he was jealous.

Because he is attached to me.

He said so himself.

Connor is attached to me.

"What are you thinking?"

I flinch when I realize he's gotten too close to me. His dark irises scrutinize me wildly. The weakness I would like to show by snuggling up to him tickles me but I struggle.

"I was thinking about your best friend's delicious lips." I say with a defiant smile. He immediately tenses up afterwards, it's hilarious.

"Were they that delicious?" He questions me, smiling arrogantly as well. I nod my head briskly.

"If I could, I'd try them a hundred times." I add and he crosses his arms.

"You want to know what I'm thinking?"

"Tell me."

"About Cynthia's. You don't know how soft they are June, and the way she kisses me... Unbelievable."

Asshole.

"Really?"

"Really."

Asshole.

"And wait until I tell you how good she is in bed, she's a.."

He cuts himself off as I move closer to him, until I reach a small distance between our two faces.

"Shut up asshole." I whisper in a breath that sounds like it's making him shudder, before I lose all my lucidity as I desperately place my lips against his.

Soon, the kiss becomes fierce and fiery. Our tongues begin a dance so sensual that I lose the north. With my arms, I surround his neck to feel him even closer to me while his hands move greedily on my trembling body.

The electricity and tension between us comes back to make me feel euphoric.

I shudder as his hands grab my thighs to lift me up. The jumping effect makes me let go of our mouth contact, so I allow myself to stare at him and realize how beautiful he is, close.

Apollo, the return.

He's beautiful as an angel but unfortunately, his behavior is not as beautiful as his physique.

He doesn't let me out of his sight and walks to his bed. Once arrived he sits down, leaving me astride his lap.

Our eye contact breaks as he leans into my neck to begin a series of hot kisses. I sigh with pleasure as I run my fingers through his hair.

"I'll make you forget about Tyler's lips, you'll see." He blows against my inflamed skin.

He doesn't know that he already made me forget them.

"It's weird because you seem way too into it for a girl who is only enough." I say as I pull his lips away from my neck.

"You're more than enough June, I'm an idiot, I say stupid things. Don't ever let me put you down again please."

I smile, satisfied. I'll never forget those words, and of course I'll never let him say silly things like he calls it again.

"I'm sorry again for everything I said to you." I whisper before kissing him passionately.

We succumb to the rush of euphoria and like the amazing night we had, I start to rub myself against him. The excitement takes me over, and the consuming discharges never cease to annihilate me.

"I swear, if we weren't in this boat, I would have taken you June." He confesses after unsealing our lips.

"Too bad because you are."

It wasn't me who spoke.

It wasn't Connor either.

Shit.

I literally jump out of his lap to get as far away from him as possible. Then I look back at the female voice that I know all too well.

Cynthia is leaning against the corner of the door, which is wide open. She's glaring at Connor and seems to be ignoring me completely.