Living In The Blue Neighborhood

Chapter 30

Troye's POV

I wrote the final touches to 'for him' and saved it onto my laptop as Connor walked in. He had gone outside to take the trash out.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked.

"I could say the same to you." He said with a stink-eye as he leaned down to wrap his arms around me from behind. He kissed the top of my head.

"Well, I was on Tumblr. You were taking out the trash. Aren't we interesting?" I giggled and looked up at Connor, who was still hugging me from behind.

"Troye, I wanted to ask a favor from you." He sighed.

"Go for it."

"There's no way that we could film a collab after other people have found out. The fans will be raving about Tronnor and that's bad enough, but I don't want Alfie or Zoe to say something about the video and let it slip. We can't collab while we're here. Is that okay with you?" He cringed as if he had said something wrong. I stood up from the kitchen table and hugged him.

"Of course, love." I whispered into the crook of his neck My head rested there for a minute. I still couldn't believe that I had gotten the nerve to have sex with him, let alone ask him to be my boyfriend. He rubbed small circles into my back, easing me. I melted into his torso.

"What do we do?" He asked.

"I want cake, let's make someeeee!" I whine. I pulled him into the kitchen and started taking things down from the cabinets. I was too short to reach a mixing bowl, so I had to climb up to get it. Connor just stood there. I suspiciously turned around and caught Connor red-handed looking at my ass.

"Lastnight wasn't enough?" I asked, winking at him and trying to stick my butt out further to tease him.

"I guess not." He sighed, walking over. Connor swiftly grabbed my waist and dragged me down. I was pressed to him on the way down, and I could feel his frustrations that were contained in his shorts.

"You American boys are just pigs." I giggled, tossing a handful of flour at his face. It stuck all over him and his shirtless torso. There was a glint in his eye, and he threw flour into my hair. I pecked his nose with my lips and slid my palms down his thighs ever-so-slowly.

"That's where I have to draw the line, bad boy." I snarled.

"Really? What's my punishment, baby?" He asked. That turned me on so much.

"Let's go find out." I say smirking.

I smack him on the ass, flour coming off in a cloud, and chase him into the bedroom, slamming the door after us. Time for round two.