Max dropped Phoebe off at the hotel the Oilers were staying at. Max drove Allison to a store to grab some snacks for Connor and then her hotel.
Anthony and him came up to hang out with her until Connor showed up. They were just catching up. Connor texted Allison he was at the hotel. She told him her room.
"Connor's here." Allison breathed as she stood up, rubbing her hands on her thighs.
"Oh, the boyfriend's here so we're not needed." Anthony scoffed.
"I never even asked you two to come hang out. You just came." She laughed, walking over to the door.
She let Connor into her room. He kissed her then walked over to the boys. They talked about the game before Max said it was getting late. He winked at Allison as he went in for a hug. Allison hugged both of them for a long time. Connor walked them out. Allison went and sat on her bed.
Connor closed the door and walked over to her. He stood in front of her. She smiled up at him. He picked her up by her thighs, wrapping them around himself. He tossed her higher up the bed and then hovered over her. He started kissing her, trailing down her neck, and rubbing her stomach. She stopped him.
"Can we eat all the snacks I got first? I bought you something really cool." She begged.
"Of course, Al." He chuckled.
They ate snacks and watched TV for around an hour. It was nearing midnight. Connor had ignored every birthday notification he got. He wasn't going to check until it was midnight in Arizona.
Allison got off her bed when she saw it was minutes from midnight and ran into the kitchen of the hotel room. Connor watched her. He couldn't see what she was doing. She was getting the cake she'd bought ready for him. It was a small cake. Just enough for the two of them. She put the number candles she bought on it.
"What are you doing?" He called.
She shushed him. She watched her phone. She was waiting for midnight. She lit the candles and just as she finished, it was midnight. She instructed Connor to close his eyes. He did as told, covering them as well. She sat behind him, a leg on either side of him. She held the cake in front of him.
"Alright."
He lowered his hands and opened his eyes. Allison sang 'Happy Birthday' to him. He laughed. She was so sweet to him. She finished and he blew out his candles. He leaned back and pecked the corner of her mouth.
She sat the cake on his lap. She stood up, pulling the candles out of it. She held the ends out to Connor for him to lick them. He did. She took them into the kitchen and grabbed two forks.
"You're the best." Connor sighed. "How am I gonna top this?"
"I'm going home for my birthday." She explained, sitting next to him.
He frowned. "We'll figure something out."
She nodded. She scooped some frosting with her finger. Connor watched her. She lifted her hand to her mouth before she reached over and wiped it on his face. He growled.
He set the cake down on the little table. He walked over and laid on top of her. She smiled up at him. He wiped his face on hers. She laughed.
"I love these nights with you, Alli." He let out a long breath.
"Oh, you're gonna love this night even more in a bit." She teased, wiping some of the frosting off his face. "But can we please eat some of that cake?"
So they did that. Connor kept taking videos of Allison eating cake. She was whining and begging him to stop. He placed the half eaten cake on the side table.
He sat with his back against the headboard and Allison laying between his legs. He was playing with her hair. She took a picture of them and sent it out on snap. It was a sweet photo. She saved it too.
"Hey, where's my birthday Instagram post?" He teased.
"I'm gonna make it when you're not with me. Relax." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." He huffed, smirking.
"You're such a baby." She shook her head, sitting up.
She turned and sat between his legs so she was facing him. He leaned forward and grabbed her face, pressing his lips to hers. They started to make out. She pushed herself up onto her knees, not removing her lips from his.
She pushed him down onto the pillows. Her hands started to wander his body. It was his birthday so she wanted to make him feel good. She slid her hands down his torso and into his pants. He stopped her.
"Don't do this if you don't want to." He panted.
She chuckled before she yanked his pants down.
Who was Connor kidding?
Both of them knew she enjoyed the control and driving him crazy when she gave him head. She was so good at, it scared him. He felt truly blessed to have such an animal in bed in his life. His animal. He didn't even want to think about how lucky any other guy would be to have her because he had her now. And he wasn't gonna let that change again.
He pulled her away, panting hard as he stared at her. "This is probably a really weird time to say this," He exhaled. "But I really love you, Allison. Not even because of this, I just love how you make me feel."
"I could make you feel a lot of different things if you would shut up." She chuckled.
They continued to have some fun. Connor returned the favour and then of course they did the do.
Allison got up and yanked Connor to the shower right after, where they went at it again. They couldn't stop that night.
They probably went for four rounds before Connor told Alli he was too tired. She called him weak before they went for another shower. But they really did shower this time.
While cuddling in bed, Allison noticed Connor was out like a light. She went to making her collage for his birthday. She used a photo from every memory they had together. There was probably close to a hundred pictures.
She stared at him while she thought of what to caption it. She brushed his damp hair from his forehead. He didn't budge. What was she supposed to write for the boy that meant the world to her but she wasn't with?
She texted Veronica, asking for her help. Veronica had a way with words. Veronica told Allison to just let it all out. To write about how he made her crazy. From their breaking up, to their making up, and their fighting. To write about everything their relationship had endured. Allison took a deep breath and let her fingers type away.
