Endless Anti-Romantic

Chapter 15: So...

Chapter 15: So...

Connor and I got back to my house and as soon as I walked in my dad dropped his bag of chips and walks over to Connor. "Holy shit Connor! You alright buddy?" Connor laughs.

"I'm fine Mr. Winters. Just got a few battle scars from defending Naomi's honor." I laugh and roll my eyes.

"Whatever Connor. I'm gonna patch Connor up and we're gonna go for pizza. Want me to bring you back a slice or two?" I ask my dad.

"No thanks baby girl. I'm going on a business trip tonight. You'll be okay right?" I nod.

"Yes I will daddy."

"Good." He kisses the top of my head and picks up the bag be dropped. I pull Connor up to my room and make him sit on my bed.

"I'll be right back." I walk into my bathroom and grab the first aid kit. I'm not too sure what I'm gonna need. I'm not even sure if Connor broke anything. Well shit. I sigh and take the first aid kit into my room and set it beside Connor as I kneel in front of him. I open it up and I decide I should take care of the cuts first. I don't understand how people get 'cuts' from a fist fight.

"Why wouldn't you choose Naomi?" I roll my eyes and open an alcohol wipe.

"Shut up Connor. This is gonna sting a bit okay?" I lightly wipe it against the cuts, each time it stings I feel his grip tighten around my hips. I didn't even realize before that he was holding me. After I clean the cuts I place some antibacterial healing cream thing on them. As I spread it evenly along his cheeks he rubs his thumbs in a circular motion on my lower back. I wipe my hand and sigh. "Is that all?" Connor releases my hips and lifts his shirt. I sigh as I see a huge bruise being formed on his chest and a cut along his ribs. "Seriously!? How do cuts even happen in a fist fight?"

"Shit happens. He was wearing a ring though so that might cause it." I sigh and take out another alcohol wipe. I wipe it against the cut and he pushed me to the floor. I fall with a grunt. "Sorry. It really hurt." I laugh and crawl back over to him.

"It's fine. Lay down on your back." He does as I instruct him and as I bring the wipe back down to his cut he flinches away. "Connor!"

"I'm sorry! That one hurts!" I sigh and bite my lip. Like usual Connor brings his thumb to my lip. "Stop biting your lip. It's a bad habit." I hit his hand away and sigh.

"Alright. I'm pinning you down." I set the first aid kit on the floor and straddle Connor's waist. "Am I hurting you?" He shakes his head looking a little flustered. "Good." I bring the wipe to his cut again and he tries to push me off of him. "Connor stop!"

"It fucking hurt! You stop!"

"Connor stop being a baby!" I wipe it again once more and he grabs my hand. "Connor!" I pull my hand away and fed up, I forcefully slide the wipe against the cut. After yelling and rolling around to get away Connor finally calms down. I keep my hand and the wipe pressed against the cut. Connor tried throwing me off of him so as he was trying to get off the bed, I wrapped my legs around his waist and one of my arms around his neck. Right now Connor was breathing heavily against my collar bone.

"You're a terrible care taker."

"Yeah? Well if you let me fucking clean it it wouldn't have gotten rough." Connor laughs and I can't help but chuckle either. After a few seconds I pull the wipe away. "Better?" Connor lifts his head from my collar bone and nods looking down at me.

"Never been better." Connor and I stare at each other for a while, my legs still around his waist and my arm still around his neck. Connor leans down giving my heart a start. He brushes his nose against mine and I close my eyes waiting for a kiss. I feel his breath on my lips but nothing more. My heart is beating so fast I feel like any minute I'm gonna faint.

"Kiss me." I whisper and without a second to spare, Connor grants my wish. His lips collide with mine. I let out a tiny sigh and pull him closer. Our lips move synchronously against each other and just as eagerly. I lick the bottom of Connor's lip asking for entrance and he allowed it. Just like last time, our tongues fight for dominance. This time however I let him win. Like last time I know this is so wrong, but I can't stop. I pull away and kiss Connor one last time. "So... pizza." Connor laughs lightly with his forehead against mine.

"Pizza." He kisses me again. "Can wait." And with that sentence I push him so he is against the bed I'm on top of him. This time I was taking control and Connor was more than okay with it. I don't wanna be too rough with him considering he just got into a fight but I did want to make a point. My hands are against his chest and his are gripping my hips, I continue kissing him, teasing him slightly with my tongue. I smile as he moans in pleasure as I tease him. I can't help myself. I lightly grind against him making him grip my hips tighter and moan louder. I smile to myself and continue doing this. Eventually Connor takes control and flips me so I'm on the bed again. We refuse to let either one win, we never stay in the same position for too long.

I gasp lightly when Connor's nails slide down my waist, his hands now inside my shirt. He smiles and starts kissing my neck. I bite my lip to stop from showing him that he's winning. He brings his lips to mine, pulling the lip I was biting on and I moan louder than I meant to. "Only I can't bite your lips." Hearing his husky voice made me want him more. Why is this happening?! I pull him in for a deeper kiss and sighing in bliss. I wrap my legs around his waist and as I do that he slowly grinds against me, making us both moan against each other mouths. This is so wrong!

Just then someone's phone interrupts my thoughts. Connor pulls away looking down at me. We're both breathing heavily still in the moment of what just happened. Connor leans in again and as I thought he was gonna kiss me again, he pulls away and takes the phone out of his pocket and answers. I sit up and wipe my lips.

"Hey Zoe." I sigh to myself. Of course he's still with Zoe. "No I'm fine I just don't wanna see anyone right now." He nods. "Alright. Bye." As he hangs up he throws the phone across the room and pulls me in for another kiss when I pull away. I clear my throat and stand up.

"So..." I point to the door. "Pizza?" Connor nods and I walk downstairs grabbing a bottle of water. This can't be happening! This is the second time Connor and I did this and it was more heated than the last time. I sigh after I finish off my water. I'm still thirsty. I bring my cup to the sink and as I turn the faucet on, I feel a hand slide slightly under my shirt and come around my waist. I drop the cup and back away, seeing shocked Connor.

"Pizza?" He asks and I nod with a smile.

"Yeah! Pizza! Let's go!" I hear Connor turn the sink off and follow behind me. I grab my house keys and lock the door as soon as Connor walks out. What the hell is going in with us?! I sigh and walk to the passengers side of Connor's car. I get in and we sit silently as we make our way to the mall to get pizza.