JUDE POV

“I… I should probably go” Connor replies hesitantly, each word like a
knife to my heart. “Daria really wanted to see me.” After a moments
silence and awkward eye contact, Connor rose from his knees and left the
room. I was completely speechless. What had just happened? Had Connor
really kissed me? And why was he leaving? Did I do something wrong?
Connor had been toying with my emotions for months. We had just resolved
the awkwardness from the last kiss we had shared in the tent but now we
were back to square one.

I sat motionless in my room, reminiscing about Connors sweet lips. The
thought of it made me a little too excited and I felt the bulge of my
member rub uncomfortably against my jeans. This wasn’t okay. I couldn’t
feel like this, especially about my only friend at Anchor Beach. I tried
to get him out of my head, I paced the room, I played video games, went
on facebook, texted and yet it all resulted into one thought. Connor. I
don’t understand him. One minute he shows his raw and bare emotions and
then he retreats and pushes me away. I haven’t gotten the chance to tell
him that I feel the same way. I got up from my now stone cold room and
left to find him. I needed to see him.

For the duration of my search, I couldn’t get the kiss off of his mind.
The warmth that Connor’s lips had possessed left an imprint on my mind.
The way the shape of his plush, thick lips had moulded around mine was
impeccable, I wanted more. Connor was my kryptonite, my one weakness.
Through the foster system I’d grown a strong immunity to other people
but Connor had a talent of breaking down my walls. I couldn’t help
feeling vulnerable and hurt after Connor had abandoned me after our
moment of pure, unadulterated passion. I knew what I needed. I had to
find a way to get Connor alone so that we could talk about what had
happened.

CONNORS POV

Just after kiss

“I… I should probably go” I say, lying through my teeth. “Daria really
wanted to see me.” It killed me lying to Jude like that but what else
could I do? The only reason I got to see him was because my dad thought
I was with Daria. I had to keep my appearances up if I was going to
continue seeing Jude. God, I want to kiss him again, just lean in and
enjoy his thin, virgin lips for one more time. But I decide against it,
if I did that I knew I’d never leave. I get up and exit the room before
I change my mind.

I reach the top of the stairs, the stairs that I had climbed countless
times but something seemed different. It was like they were steeper,
harder to manoeuvre.