"What rules did we break, anyway?" Conner asked, shoving a piece of pizza in his mouth. We had opted for a movie and room service.
"Numbers three, four, and five. No cuddling, no sleeping over, and no more than three hookups a week," I replied, sucking Coke out of a straw to wash down my mouthful of pizza.
"Those were stupid rules, anyway. Just stick with me, I'll learn ya something," Conner joked. But those rules were in place for a reason. I was about to tell him that when he said, "I freaking love watching you eat."
Is he crazy? I thought to myself as I laughed at what he'd said. "What?"
"You're like a rabid animal when you eat. You demolish everything in your path, and if it tastes good enough, you start foaming at the mouth," he reached up with his thumb and wiped something off my face. When he pulled his hand away, I saw that it was pizza sauce. I didn't know whether to be offended or laugh, so I just did the latter.
Being with Conner was becoming comfortable. Especially since he was clad only in boxers and I was still wearing his shirt. I had also put my underwear back on, even though I could probably get away with wearing Conner's shirt as a dress. Credits to having a short torso.
We finished off two pizzas, a two-liter of Coke, and watched The Terminator, laughing at all the not-so-great special effects together, and saying "I'll be back," when appropriate. We fell asleep on the same bed. I was lying on my stomach at the end of the bed, and Conner was propped against the headboard, our legs tangled together.
***
My nostrils were filled with the smell of cinnamon rolls, bacon, and coffee. I stretched my arms and legs out, yawning. "Good morning, sunshine," Conner said walking out of the bathroom. He had a towel hanging low on his hips, and a hand towel mussing through his hair. There were still water droplets clinging to his chest and abs, and I swear he looked like a god. I knew I had seen his entirely naked body the night before, but his attractiveness kept hitting me in the face like a sledgehammer.
"No speaking till I start coffee drinking," I said, sliding over to the second room service tray that had been brought up to us that morning. I flipped a cup over, grabbed the carafe, and poured myself a cup. Then I took a cinnamon roll and put the whole thing in my mouth.
Conner laughed at me and called me a "rabid animal," again.
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The Price of Falling
RomanceConner Price and Griffin Smithey have grown up in the same town. They went to the same school. But they had completely different personalities. He was the quintessential bad boy, and she was...well, she was a planner. She needed rules and order. And...
