Lost In The Inbetween

Lost In The Inbetween (Part IV)

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry," he says before running away.

"Wait!" I say before he can get much further. I sprint as fast as I can, trying to catch up with him. Fortunately, I'm able to catch up with him. "Please, wait," I breathe.

I turn his face towards mine and push my lips against his. He doesn't kiss me back. I pull back, disheartened. He didn't really want to kiss you, he just wanted to get a rise out of you, I think to myself. As I'm about to walk away, Connor puts a hand on my head and brushes his lips against mine. I tilt my head to meet his more easily.

Our lips meet with a sense of urgency. This wasn't an innocent, teasing kiss, but instead a very passionate, fiery kiss. It was a kiss of lovers who hadn't seen each other for years. Connor's hands trace my spine and the ridges of my hips, making me shudder every time he changed directions. I begin to slowly touch Connor's collarbones and shoulders. He gently nips my lower lip and I grab Connor's shoulders, digging my nails into the fabric of his black shirt. I feel Connor's tongue begin to explore my mouth. Against my will, I moan against him. I never want this moment to end.

"YES! Jared owes me twenty bucks!" I hear a voice shout.

Connor kisses me gently once more before he pulled back to swear at our onlooker.

"Zoe?!" Connor says, his voice cracking. "What're you doing here? Why does Jared owe you twenty bucks?"

"I'm here to get my keys, dummy," she says. "Jared and I were betting on how soon you two would hook up. I bet within two weeks and Jared said four. Obviously, I won. I'll let you boys get back to your gayness as soon as you give me my keys," Zoe says, holding out her hand.

"They're my keys too," Connor grumbles quietly, digging in his pocket to give Zoe the keys to the car. She grabs them out of his hand and struts off, her long hair swishing behind her.

"Alone at last. I've been hearing violins all night," Connor says stepping toward me, closing the distance between us.

"A-anything to do with me?" I ask timidly. Connor smiles. "Are we a thing?" I ask, still scared that Connor is messing with me.

"Darling," he kisses me. "We're everything." He takes my hand in his and we start to walk back to the orchard's entrance.

As we walk, the sun begins to set, lighting Connor's face with a heavenly orange hue. I admire the sharp planes of Connor's face, longing to caress his defined jawline and soft lips. I'm blown away by how easily Connor carries himself; it's as if he doesn't even care what other people think of him. Mirroring his confidence, I straighten my posture. Connor looks over at me and smiles.

"Had enough yet?" Connor asks, noticing my brazen admiration of his looks.

"Um, no. Not quite," I say, trying not to slip back into my anxious posture.

Connor squeezes my hand in his. "Good."