Chapter 24 A BREATHE BETWEEN US
Did conner have feelings for me? Even in the smallest bit? I can't help but want to smile at the thought but quickly get snapped back into reality.
"Then why have you been avoiding me?" I whisper under my breath.
"I've been busy, I don't think I would've gotten much done with you near me." He smirks. I feel my breath hitch when his lips make contact between my neck and collarbone.
"C..conner not here." I gasp, but my words fly right past him when he pushes my back against the door of the bathroom, moving his kisses up to my jaw.
"Why not? Did you want to move to the bed?" He says and I feel my face burn red, quickly pushing him away.
" Lets just go back." I mutter. It's already suspicious enough that we were both gone, they probably thought conner and I were doing stuff.
"I already told them we were busy." He says, and I nearly faint. That just makes it even more suspicious.
"Busy?" I ask, crossing my hands over my chest. I watch as his eyes move down to my breasts and I nudge him hard, rolling my eyes.
"I'm taking you somewhere." He says and I raise my eyebrow. Since when did he want to go somewhere with me voluntarily?
"And where would that be?" I question.
"That's for you to find out later." He says, grabbing my hand. I look down at his hand clasped in mine, feeling my heart race just at the contact.
What was wrong with me? I couldn't be starting to like him. But why did he make me feel so different? I wasn't like this around any other guy, but with Conner it felt like my world was spinning out of control.
We walk outside and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin from the not very covering top I was wearing.
The air was cold, and I could barely keep up with Conner’s pace.
"How many cars do you even have?" I say in shock as I look at the blue Ferrari in front of my eyes.
"I would go show you, but we're going to be late."
He says, opening the passenger side door for me.
"Can I get a hint?" I ask as soon as conner gets into the drivers side.
"Be patient." He says, grabbing something from the back. He hands me a dark grey hoodie with the lettering saying 'Givenchy' on it.
"Thanks." I mutter, taking the soft hoodie and pulling it over my head. It smelled like him, like his cologne.
"I might steal this, it's pretty comfortable." I say, the hoodie drowning me in fabric.
" We'll see about that." Conner says, turning his head to mine as he drove down the road, a small smirk covering his annoyingly good looking face.
How much longer until we get there?" I ask, even though we've only been driving for 5 minutes. I was curious, and angry that he hadn't even given me at least one hint.
"You really aren't patient are you?" He laughs.
" Who knows, you could be taking me to a forest to murder me for all I know." I say jokingly.
"Don't give me ideas." He replies.
I turn the radio on, changing the channel until I find a song I like. I feel myself turn red when every single channel I went on was playing some stupid love song.
"Never mind." I say, quickly turning the radio off and moving back into my seat. I could feel his eyes on me as I watched the scenery out of the window.
"You know you can connect your phone to the car and play music?" He laughs at my frustration.
"I don't have one, genius." I say, noticing he wasn't going the speed of death this time compared to his usual driving.
Conner hands his phone out to me and my eyes widen at the gesture. " Really?" I squeal, taking the large phone in my hands carefully.
I always used the home phone, but that was only for the calls I had to answer when my family wasn't home, it didn't really have other features other than that.
" Have you seriously never been on a phone before?" He asks as I look at the phone in awe.
There were so many things to do on it, it kind of overwhelmed me. How do you even get to the music?
"Not one like this." I say. I click on a random app and a photo album shows up. The album had 23 pictures, the cover of the album being a photo of an older woman holding a kid in her arms.
" Can I look at your photo album?" I ask.
I was nosy I know, but I couldn't help myself.
" Go ahead." He says not caring at all, and I open the album.
"Is this you?" I smile, as I click on the first picture. It was another photo of the same kid but this time the woman was standing next to Conner’s father as well.
I was assuming it was his mother, considering she looked a lot like him. The same dark hair and beautiful smile.
"Yeah." He just says and I watch as he was looking down at the photo as well before moving his eyes back on the road, a sad glint In his eyes.
Everyone knew about his mother’s death, it was all over the news. She had won the title of Miss World and was a very famous actress, people were devastated hearing she had died from breast cancer after trying to fight it for years.
Nearly half of Conner’s pictures were of his mother and father, and I feel my heart warm at the love he had for his parents.
"I'm sorry." I whisper, looking at Conner’s large smile as he looked up at his mother. He looked about 9 in the picture.
He was dressed top to bottom in designer even as a kid, and nearly all the pictures were in foreign countries. They must have travelled a lot.
"It's fine, it already happened." He sighs, and I purse my lips together. He seemed really close to his mother, just from the pictures you could tell how much she loved conner.
I scroll to the next picture, a snort leaving my mouth at the picture of Matteo passed out dead on the floor, his hair a mess and drool leaving his mouth.
I see Conner’s smile from my peripheral vision, he must've seen the picture.
"Can I use this as blackmail against him?" I ask, jokingly.
"Is it because of those weird books.
"No! It was just a kiss, they never did anything more then that." I argue, holding his phone out back to him.
"Put it in my front pocket, I can't take it I'm driving."
Conner says, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Keep dreaming." I say placing the phone on his lap.
We finally get to wherever conner drove to, and I look out the window.
We were in the middle of nowhere.
"You really are going to murder me aren't you." I say as I get out of the car after conner had opened my door.
"Not yet." He jokes and I rolled my eyes as I feel the cold wind against my face. The sun was getting ready to set, and the sky was turning pink.
It was cold, but beautiful outside. I feel conner’s hand move over my eyes and I jump in my spot, shocked at the sudden touch,
"No peeking." He says as we walk down some sort of trail. I could only hear the sounds of our shoes on the ground, and the loud chirps of the birds as they flew around us.
We stop suddenly, conner still standing behind me. His hand slowly moves off of my eyes and I slowly blink open my eyes.
I feel my eyes widen at what was in front of me, my head immediately turning to conner, shocked.
"No way!" I shriek, a large smile covering my face as I look at the large air balloon in front of us.