Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T Y T H R E E

Song of the chapter: Ain't My Fault- Zara Larsson

Anastasia's POV_

"Caspar, I'll meet you guys backstage, okay?" I asked, not even waiting for a reply out of him, even though I'm pretty sure he nodded to my words, running off immediately after Conor ended the last song he was meant to be performing, trying my best to make it on time before everyone starts exiting.

I know I could be stuck here for ages if I waited for the boys while they all pose for pictures with their fans, because apparently, each one of them is a YouTuber as well, so I decided that this stalling wasn't my thing at all, and honestly, I wouldn't bother waiting when I know my way back there.

Well, at least I think I do.

I walked as fast as I could, trying to remember the way Caspar led me through to finally make it backstage, after taking one or two wrong turns, then getting guided by instructers till I finally made it to Conor's room.

The sign that hanged on his grey door, spelling his name, looked so pleasing to me, even though it was nothing more than a white paper with a default font.

What was even more pleasing for me though, was the sight of him coming nearer, wiping his sweat with the back of his head as he walked faster after noticing me outside his dressing room, my hands opening wide, ready to receive a big hug out of him, one where he wrapped both of his arms around my waist, his face hiding in my neck after lifting me off the ground, both of my hands hugging his head closer to my neck, my fingers running through his sweaty, almost ruined curls.

"You were incredible!" I praised his performance, kissing his cheek with both of his hands behind my knees to keep me up in his arms, his loudly beating heart bumping against mine to cause the increase of my own heartbeats too.

"Thank you!" He pulled his head out of my neck, smiling proudly as a reply to my compliment, his lips finding mine immediately, one of his hands letting go of my thigh to rub against my back, kissing me lightly, my hands setting on the back of his head to push his face onto mine, allowing our kiss to get a bit more intense than planned.

I've been waiting to kiss him this hard for so long now... well, for the past week if I have to be exact, and now that I'm actually doing it, I can't even tell you how happy that makes me feel.

He grunted quietly due to the seperation of our faces, breathing a little faster when I pulled away.

I could do so many things just because of that one small grunt that left his lips a few seconds ago.

His hand returned to get a hold on my thigh, as he walked us into his dressing room, putting me down after entering the room.

One of his hands pinned me to the now shut door, his dark eyes fixed on my lips that were soon pressed against his, kissing him as hard as I've always wanted to, both of his hands holding onto the upper parts of my arms, making sure my body is firmly pressed against the door behind me as his lips moved against mine, bitting eagerly on my lower lip as I was held in his arms.

I heard a quiet click next to me, indicating that the door has been locked, but before I was able to move my eyes, and look at the source of the sound, my neck was attacked with a pair of hungry lips that made a fading moan leave my mouth as he started grinding against me, his teeth assuring me that the nibbles he's leaving on both sides of my neck are meant to leave a mark.

I didn't understand the sudden need he had in his eyes, but I didn't want to stop it, because it's been a while... a long while, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss any of this.

Both of his hands were making sure my hips are working perfectly against his, while he literally kissed the life out of every exposed part his lips could reach.