I'm Sorry

Oops, sleepover?: chptr 3

       The roommate walked in, "Wow, I'm about to go to a party, and you're losing your virginity. So fair!" She said tiredly. They turned around with a gasp, Conner, still on top of Tiffany, turned his head off of her neck and said "Um, I thought you said she was at a party?" They adjusted themselves to a position where they were sitting next to each other.

       "What did you want Sierra?" Asked Tiffany politely, eyes closed. "I just forgot my bag" Sierra said grabbing a small gold purse. "Um okay, bye then" Tiffany whispered. "Bye" Sierra muttered walking out the door.
"I'm sorry" Tiffany said hoarsely. "Don't be" Conner whispered in her ear, he kissed her cheek and they talked and talked.

       Tiffany giggles, "I can't believe it! She's been that bitchy forever?"
"Yeah, fourth grade was awful, Madison had the biggest crush on me."
"I bet she still does, I mean look at you!"
"Me? No way, she probably has a crush on that Ethan guy."
"Ethan! That star wars freak? No way, she want a man, not a pile of comics!"
"Do you have a crush on Ethan?" Conner asked, tilting his head to the side. "No, I bet you'll never guess who I have a crush on." She offered. "Hhmmm... I do wonder." He said slowly.

       She grabbed his neck and pulled him suffocatingly close, again, she ran her fingers through his short, but not buzzed, hair with her other hand on his shoulder. She was kneeling with her legs around his waist. Getting more relaxed now she sat on him, his hands one on her back and the other grabbing her waist. They kissed one more heavy, strong kiss and let their faces linger near each other's, not quite touching. She was still on top of him as he was leaning to the back of the couch.

       "Oh man, it's like midnight." Conner said, excited by what was just happening. His stutter went away and his vocabulary became more lenient. "Oh yeah, we have the lecture tomorrow." She sighed, "Do you want to spend the night? It wouldn't be a problem, unless you want to walk home in the dark of course."
Conner laughed, "Where should I sleep?"
"On my bed."
"Where would you sleep?"
She looked at him and smiled sheepishly, "Maybe I could also fit on the bed. Possibly."
"I'm sure you could" he smiled, more confidently than Tiffany.

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       "So, what side of the bed do you want?" She asked. "Um..." He replied, "I don't really care what ever side you don't want."  "What a gentleman." She got on the left side of the bed and covered her torso so well that you could barely see her dimpled cheeks and freckled nose. "I hope you don't mind," she says, "I usually only sleep in shorts and a bra." She got up again to turn off the lights, the room still shining, due to Christmas lights that are up every day of the year. He occupied his eyes in the sight of her almost naked body, she stood by the large bed, "Are you going to sleep?" She laughed snapping Conner out of his daze, "Um, yes." He climbed into the bed, on the right side and Tiffany on the left. They both laid there awkwardly until Tiffany eventually leaned over and kissed his cheek softly, "Sweet dreams" she whispered, "Goodnight" he replied. And with those words the lights dimmed down, and they both fell asleep.