Make Me Forget✔

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[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES A LOVE SCENE, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IF NOT INTERESTED!!!!]

Song of the chapter: Give Me Love- Ed Sheeran.

Anastasia's POV_

"Hey!" I stepped inside, closing the door behind me after I was welcomed with a small smile from the guy I never thought I'd see again.

"Hello." Conor replied, a subtle smirk on his face as I leaned my back against the front door, watching him as he rested his hand on the wall behind me, his eyes not looking away from mine.

"Do you usually do that?" I asked, copying his smirk that looked hotter than mine somehow.

"Do what?" He asked, managing to come closer without even stepping ahead.

"Call girls at the end of the day and expect them to show up?" I asked, getting a light laugh out of him.

"No." He shaked his head. "Just you." He added, his hand going under my chin to lift it up, forcing me to look into his blue eyes, beating the breath out of my lungs for a solid second.

"Me?" I asked, even though I heard him saying that clearly.

"Yes, you." He answered, smiling at my question. "Do you usually do that, though?" He asked, repeating my former question.

"Do what?" It was my turn to ask.

"Show up when a guy calls you?" He asked, squeezing me against the door by coming closer.

"No." I shaked my head. "Just you." I added.

"I'm one lucky man." He commented, his smile never leaving his lips.

"I wouldn't say that, honestly." I moved my hands to wrap around his neck, helping him inch closer to me, to the point where I could feel his breath mixing with mine.

"Why not?" He finally moved to put his hands around my waist loosely, his small, almost unnoticeable touch sending shivers down my body.

"Because I might end up ruining you tonight." I whispered, my bottom lip brushing against his as the words left my mouth almost too quietly.

"Oh believe me, I want to be ruined." He answered, finally attempting to connect our lips by passing his hand against my neck, pulling it closer to him, setting me in the zone of lip cravings and body temptations.

"You work fast." I giggled against his lips, stopping him from starting the kiss that I was dying to have, but still chose to do some teasing to make sure he wants me for certain.

"I don't see a reason to wait." He replied, the small lip bite he pulled to stop himself from kissing me flamed my body too quickly to even try and stop it.

"Is your friend here?" I spilled, my fingers going through his beautifully shinning brown hair locks slowly as I asked my question.

"He's not." He answered me, his pelvis in full contact with mine after he brought me closer.

"That's good." I said, releasing his hair to pass my hands over his face lightly, then down to his hands that were still wrapped around me tightly, moving them away from me, even though I hoped he'd hold me this tight for the rest of the night, setting myself free from his strong, yet gentle grip.

"I like the house." I made an excuse to walk around, making him follow me.

"You do?" He asked, his footsteps right behind mine as I walked around cluelessly.

"Yeah! I think it's has a... unique touch." I eventually reached the kitchen, stopping at the wooden counter ahead of me, suddenly feeling his hands around my stomach, then down my waist just like the first time we danced, with the back of my shoulders against his chest, his lips pressing against my collarbone, fluttering my heart immediately, before I turned around, my back touching the counter that was now behind me, with him in front of me, my hand inclined over his rapidly beating chest, while I had eyes on him, and he had eyes on my lips.