We're home!" I heard Alison's voice calling out from the door.
"Shh, stay here." I whisper to Connor. He doesn't move, staying silent as I rush downstairs to her, finding Cassie and Gemma next to her, Shane and Flynn rushing in from outside. How was I going to explain Connor being in my room?
Hi," I greet them and give them a tentative smile, trying not to look to supicious. "I just wanted to tell you that Connor came for an unexpected visit. He seems really upset about something and he's drunk. Can he stay for the night until he's sober enough to go home?"
As Connor's name was mentioned Alison, cocking her eyebrows, gasps. "Are you referring to Connor Wright?"
I nod.
Why exactly did he decide to come here? I didn't know you guys knew each other..." She says, dropping her bag.
"I swear, we're not even friends. No idea why he came around," I can't tell her the real reason he came. He came to talk to me about our kiss.
Allison just shakes her head, laughing. "One night."
"Of course," I say, running back upstairs to Connor.
I find him lay on my bed, his eyes slightly closed. His body has occupied the whole bed, his arms and leg sprawled out in all angles. He looks so relaxed and cute there. I grab a pillow and place it under his head. He groans as I do this, opening his eyes to look at me. He doesn't move in any way but he smiles at me. "I'm sorry, I'll make space," he says, shuffling his body closer to the edge by the wall.
"Come here," I let out a laugh, taking off his shoes and place them under the bed. I'm wearing the most embarrassing pyjamas ever but, fortunetly, Connor doesn't make any comment. I switch off the lamp placed on my bedside table and I look for a blanket as I plan to sleep on the couch and leave Connor where he is. My phone keeps buzzing. I had received a ton of message from my friends back home and although I didn't bother to reply to them before, I finally pipe up a reply. I didn't get a reply straight away, they're probably all asleep.
"No!" He almost yells. "I mean... you're not really going to sleep on the couch, are you?"
I turn around, tilting my head. "You're not asking me to sleep in that bed with you, are you?" Somehow it made me really nervous. The thought of him next to me.
"No, stupid. I'm just thinking that the couch is probably way too hard to sleep on."
"And the bed is really great to sleep on, is that was you're indicating?" I move closer to the bed as he smirks at me and my stomach twists. How could I be so damn nervous?
"Exactly. And there's enough space for both of us. I mean I wouldn't mind if you - "
"I wouldn't mind either, considering its my bed," I mock cutting him off - and on the bed I was.
I lay down beside him and place my pillow under my head. His eyes remain on the ceiling for a while and I begin to stare up there as well. I didn't dare to say anything.
For some odd reason I was distracted by Connor's features, not able to get my eyes off of him. Eventually, I manage to look back up to the plain, white ceiling. This is not good. Stop staring at him, Caitlin.
"I can't help but think why you'd want to get involved with a guy like me," he blurts, randomly.
"What do you mean a guy like you?" I ask. His gorgeous face was now only a few inches away from mine.
"An asshole that's prone for trouble, does drugs, drinks away his problems, gets involved with the police and can flip out at any moment for stupid reasons."
