Bonrad One-shots

Midnight Secrets

The beach house was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. Belly's heart raced as she padded barefoot down the hallway

 The others were asleep, their soft murmurs from behind closed doors the only sounds breaking the stillness

 She shouldn't be doing this

 She knew that

But tonight, something inside her was restless

And it always led her to being with Conrad 

He was in the den, sprawled on the couch with a book resting against his chest, his head tipped back in light slumber

His dark lashes cast faint shadows over his cheeks, and the faint rise and fall of his chest was mesmerizing

Belly hesitated in the doorway, biting her lip

She knew this was dangerous—whatever this was between them

The pull had always been there, electric and undeniable, but now that she was older, it wasn't just innocent glances and fleeting touches

It was something heavier, something that left her breathless whenever his eyes lingered too long or his voice dipped low when he spoke to her

As if sensing her presence, Conrad stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked, and a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face when he saw her

"Belly," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep "Couldn't sleep?"

She shook her head, stepping into the room "No. You?"

"Not really." He sat up, setting the book aside, and ran a hand through his tousled hair "What's on your mind?"

Belly hesitated

She could lie, come up with some excuse, but the way his gaze searched hers told her he'd see right through her

"You," she admitted softly, her cheeks heating

Conrad's expression shifted, the teasing softness replaced by something deeper

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, and his gaze never wavered "Belly..."

"I know I shouldn't," she continued quickly, words tumbling out before she lost her nerve

 "But I can't stop thinking about you I—"

He was on his feet in an instant, closing the distance between them

 "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his voice low and raw, every word dripping with restrained desire

Her breath hitched as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing along the curve of her cheek

 "You're all I think about, Belly," he admitted, his voice dropping even lower "But if I kiss you right now, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop."

"Then don't stop," she whispered, her voice trembling, not from fear but from the overwhelming longing she'd been trying to suppress for far too long

His lips crashed onto hers, the kiss immediate and consuming. His mouth moved against hers with a hunger that stole her breath. She pressed herself closer, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she surrendered to him completely.

Conrad groaned softly against her lips, his hands slipping to her waist and pulling her flush against him

His lips parted, and she gasped when his tongue slid against hers, igniting sparks that raced through her veins

 The kiss deepened, their movements frantic and uncoordinated, fueled by months—years—of unresolved tension finally breaking free

Her back hit the wall as Conrad gently but firmly pressed her against it, his body molding to hers. His lips left hers briefly, trailing along her jawline, each kiss deliberate and maddeningly slow

 When he reached her neck, his teeth grazed her skin before pressing another open-mouthed kiss there

"Belly," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and uneven

Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him closer, the soft material of her pajama shirt catching against his chest

Her cheeks burned, but her heart beat louder than her doubt

 With trembling fingers, she reached for the top button of her shirt, her gaze never leaving his

Conrad's hands froze, his dark eyes locking on hers, filled with both longing and a silent question "Belly..."

She smiled shyly, her fingers fumbling slightly but still working down each button

The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her collarbone, her flushed skin illuminated by the moonlight

He swallowed hard, his hands lifting to brush her arms as if asking permission

When she nodded, he slid his fingers up to her shoulders, his touch warm and reverent. "You're perfect," he whispered, his voice thick with awe

His lips returned to hers with a newfound intensity, more deliberate, more desperate. His hands skimmed her sides, his touch sending shivers across her skin

Her own hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he helped her pull it off, the moment charged as they stood chest to chest, heat radiating between them

The couch was a blur as he lifted her into his arms and carried her there

Their kisses grew hotter, deeper, as they explored each other with a hunger that left no room for hesitation

For Belly, there was no doubt, no second-guessing—just the feel of Conrad's hands, his lips, and the overwhelming sense that this was where she was meant to be

For the rest of the night, the beach house bore witness to the love that had simmered for so long

The world outside faded, leaving only the sound of their whispered names and shared breaths as they lost themselves in each other, piece by piece

The End