Chelsea's P.O.V.
Connor's lips pressed against mine, first, in a soft way. But quickening as my hand found its way to his jaw line. His finger dug into my hip as he pulled me closer to him.
We were standing in the middle of Connor's room before I was pinned in a corner, Connor standing only millimeters away. Our clothes being the only thing keeping us completely together.
His lips brushed against mine, then to my cheek, my ear, my neck, and stopping at my shoulder. My sleeve was pulled off of my shoulder and a kiss was planted there. A soft, almost inaudible moan came out of my mouth next to Connor's ear. He paused and looked back at me.
"You're beautiful." He whispered, our foreheads touching. I kissed his lightly and kissed his neck. When I went to meet his eyes again, he practically dove for my own neck, kissing and leaving a deep plum purple mark on my pale skin.
He kissed me nose, his hands started to play with the hem of my shirt in the back, making there way into my back pockets. My fingers glided up and down his back, my thoughts racing and bouncing everywhere.
My own hand started to pull on the hem of his sweater, exposing his stomach. His sleeves had pushed themselves up during this, and I could see the small, thin lines.
But I glanced away, a whisper coming from Connor.
"You're perfect." I pulled his shirt off of him, and him trying to do the same thing to me. I heard a small noise when my shirt was up to my chest, showing off my entire midsection other than my chest.
"Oh my God!" A voice cried out in shock, then the door slammed.
I heard running down the hall as Connor rushed to the door, quickly pulling his sweatshirt back on and pulling his sleeves down, before opening it with great force.
"What the hell, Brandon?!" Connor exclaimed. I saw his sister glance in at me, then at Connor.
"Connor and Chelsea...gettin' it I see." She smirked. I immediately pulled my shirt back to where it belonged, my face burning a bright red.
"I better, uh..." I trailed off, chucking Connor's shirt at him so he wasn't just wearing a sweatshirt. He blushed slightly.
"I'll, uh, see you later?"
I nodded and practically ran out of his house, but on my way home, smiled like a maniac.
I'm not suppose to have regrets, right?
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