Stay Away, Officer.✔

Eight

*AMBER'S POV*:

"Good evening." Conor showed up as I sat on a chair on the roof.

"Hey!" I smiled, standing up as he came closer.

"Hi!" He replied. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah why wouldn't I be?" I asked.

"I don't know. I'm just checking." He said.

"I'm fine. How are you?" I asked.

"Tired. But I'll be alright." He said.

"Your job must be really hard." I sarcastically said.

"Fighting crime isn't so easy you know." He said.

"You've been fighting crime? Why aren't you fighting me then?" I asked.

"Who said I'm not?" He asked, punching my shoulder.

I chuckled, looking up at him with a pleased smirk.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry!" He said.

I didn't even feel it! I know he was taking it easy with me, thinking I wouldn't handle this type of shit.

But boy he's wrong...

Just, so wrong.

I wanted to mess with him a little, just giving him a subtle hint that if he ever thinks about messing with me, it won't be jokes anymore.

"Hurt me?" I asked, in the best feminine voice I could actually pull, my hand running from his stomach, up to his chest, as he looked down at my hand, watching it as it moved against his body, and when he saw it stopping, he connected his eyes with mine.

His looks were full of nothing but confusion, and I tried not to smile at the face he pulled.

I swear, if my hand touched Mason's chest like that, I can already see myself on his bed.

So, Conor's look made me enjoy what I'm about to do even more.

You're all over there thinking that I may be overreacting, and that his face probably isn't that innocent, and I'm telling you, that's probably true.

It's mainly because I've never seen someone as soft as he is before, I'm actually finding it weird to act like the criminal I am.

And that's totally uncomfortable, I'll give you that, but I don't really care right now.

When my eyes locked with his, I gave his chest a strong push so that he falls on the chair behind him, his eyes checking my whole figure up with a seductive smile, before he fixed his posture, and I pinned my hands to his shoulders, leaning down to him, a smirk showing on both of our faces straight after that.

Honestly speaking, if you see that smirk on his face you wouldn't be holding on any longer.

But in my case, all I wanted to do was erase that sexy smirk off of his face.

He may be a nice guy, but believe me, that light smirk his lips were holding made it harder for me to stay dominant and not fall apart.

I came closer to him, and closer, and closer, till his eyes weren't even my target anymore, and I found myself staring down at the most beautiful pair of lips ever.

Why am I doing this? Don't ask, I just am.

Am I really going to kiss him? Hell nah.

A little bit of teasing won't hurt though.

The sooner he gets attached to me, the better.

What made the whole scene better is his minty breath as he breathed slowly, his eyes shifting between my eyes and lips that were a few inches away from his.