Riley runs past me with a huge grin on his face. Suspicious.
"Get back here," I order. He stops and slowly backs up. "Where are you going?"
"Kristen and Celsie are coming over for movie night, so I have to clean the house and my room a little before they arrive," he explains.
"Okay, just making sure." He runs into the family room, picking up some things along the way. Wait, movie night?
I walk into the kitchen to wash some of the dishes in the sink. Hey, if I'm living here for now, I'm going to help around the house. While cleaning a dish, I start to imagine what my life would be like if I wasn't in the FBI. I would just be another fan, and I would've nerve met them like this. I wouldn't be in a relationship with Connor, and I would most like be studying for college right now.
As I'm drying the dish, arms wrap around my waist as Connor kisses my neck, making a big smooching sound.
"Hi Connor," I say, swaying back and forth a little with him.
"Hello, Agent Woodhams. How are you on this fine evening?" he asks in a British accent.
"I am doing quite well, thank you. How about you?" I ask, turning my head to him. He smiles and pecks my lips lightly.
"I'm better now," he says, his eyes boring into mine.
"Can you guys please do that somewhere else?" Toby complains, walking in with Celsie.
"Oh, stop it. I think they're cute," she says, lightly hitting his chest.
"You haven't even seen cute yet," Connor says. All of a sudden, he dips me, kissing me deeply. I feel my cheeks heat up as it lasts, his warms lips against mine.
"Told you," Celsie says when we get back up. Toby smirks before pulling her head back, and kissing her upside down since she's so short. I notice her cheeks shade, and when he pulls away, all she can do is stare at him, her eyes wide.
"Now that was even cuter," I say before walking out, going upstairs.
Before I can reach my room, Connor catches me by my waist and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder and running into his room. He puts me down before hugging me tightly, like he never wants to let go.
"Connor, we need to talk," I say, pulling away from him and closing the door.
"Oh God, that's never good," he says.
"Well, it depends when I ask this. What's going on between us?" I ask.
"Well, if I remember correctly, I said that I wasn't really looking for a relationship," he says. I sigh and start to walk to the door, but his hands gently grabs my wrist.
"You didn't let me finish. I wasn't really looking for a relationship, but I am now after finding out who was behind that beautiful, custom made mask," he explains, pulling me closer by my hips. I smile and kiss him softly before hugging him tightly.
"So, I'm guessing you're my girlfriend now?" he asks. I pull away, my arms still around his neck.
"What? No special plan on asking me?" I ask.
"I was hoping I could do it as casually as possible whilst getting a 'yes,'" he says. I laugh while lightly hitting his chest.
"Well, I'm going to go get a shower since I was working out earlier," I say, and I walk out, leaving him without an answer.
* * *
I tiptoe into the kitchen to grab some food. Riley, Toby, Celsie, Kristen, and Connor are in the family room, watching movies. I tuck and roll to the refrigerator and grab an apple. Did I mention that I'm trained like a spy?
As the door is about to close silently, Tank bumps into it, making it slam shut.
"Emily?" Connor calls out. I quietly curse at the dog before standing up slowly.
"What's up?" I ask, my voice strained.
"Come join us," he says, patting the spot next to him.
"I don't want to intrude," I say, shrugging my shoulders a little.
"It's couples movie night. You're not intruding," Kristen says, sounding confused.
"Trust me, you'll be fine." Connor understands. He knows that I think Kristen doesn't really like me.
I put the apple back in the fridge before hesitantly walking over. I start to walk past Connor, but he pulls me down onto his lap, making me burst out laughing.
"Why?" I ask, still laughing.
"I can't cuddle with my girlfriend?" he whispers. I shake my head, and he pouts before wrapping his arms around my waist tightly, burying his face into my shoulder.
"Stop," I whine jokingly, pushing his face away from me. Kristen glares at me, and I stop. Connor releases my waist for a second, and I get up.
"Where are you going?" he asks, sounding sad.
"I'm going to bed. I'm not feeling very well," I say, and I walk up the stairs to my room. I hear him get up, so I run in and close my door quickly. I lock it and put my hair into a messy bun before crawling into bed since I'm already in my pajamas.
When I'm about to fall asleep, I hear somebody picking the lock. I ignore it and turn the other way, pulling the covers up to my nose. The lock clicks, and the door opens. It closes again, and footsteps echo throughout the room as Connor walks around my bed. He crouches down in front of me, his blue eyes very bright.
"I know your stomach isn't hurting because you went to go eat an apple, and you don't have a headache. You get pretty pale when you have one," he says, resting his crossed arms on the bed, his chin on top. I don't say anything and stare at the mattress.
"What's going on?" he asks.
"I'm not feeling very well," I say, repeating what I said earlier.
He sighs and gets up and climbs in, facing me. His eyes shine as he places his head on the other pillow, his gaze not leaving me at all.
"What's really going on?" he asks quietly.
"Kristen got mad that I was talking. I didn't want to make it worse," I answer.
"Kristen's not mad at you," he sighs.
"I know what I-"
"What you saw was her taking her frustration out on you. Her and Riley are going through a rough patch right now, and they've been trying really hard to fix it. That's why she snuck in that night. They needed to talk to each other at that exact moment to fix things, but you interrupted. Yes, she was mad, but then she found out why you had a gun pointed at her. She's just upset because it's not the best time to hear a happy couple," he explains, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Well, I'm still staying up here," I mumble into my comforters.
"Okay," he says and he stands up, but I grab his wrist.
"Stay," I moan. He smiles and turns off the lights before shuffling around. He then crawls into bed, his warm body pressed against mine.
"Connor, it would be nice if you warned me that you were going to sleep in a t-shirt and your boxers," I say, half asleep.
"It would be, but I like your reactions."
"Go to hell."
"Goodnight"
"Goodnight."
