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“That’s for another time,” he chuckled; his eyes heavy with desire and my pulse skyrocketed. The fact that he wanted to wait, made me love him even more.

For at least another hour before our parents arrived back, we fell asleep together on the sofa and were awakened when a car’s headlights shone in through the window.

Connor gently pushed my legs off his and stood, pulling me to my feet. I looked up at him dreamily.

“What are you thinking?” he questioned softly, touching my face with his fingertips.

I peeped up at him as my expression was replaced with a saucy look.

“They were another forty minutes. We could have fit it in,” I pointed out with a mischievous wink.

An amused look spread over his features and he slowly shook his head.

“Not the way I do it. That wouldn’t even cover foreplay,” he boasted playfully.

I blushed a full-on girlie blush.

“I’ll hold you to that,” I replied with a naughty look, accidentally-on-purpose catching him ‘there’ with my hand. His voice caught in his throat at the contact.

At that moment, I felt thoroughly feminine and enjoyed the power that came with it. I was confident and felt less like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

Leaning up, I pecked him on the cheek and slid from the room quickly, having now most definitely given him something to think about.

“Maybe lock your door?” Connor warned in a smoky voice before I jetted up the stairs to my room.

As I lay in bed that night, I held my breath as I heard Connor pass my room, wondering if he’d try the handle.

He didn’t, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

*****

The morning I had been dreading had come. I said goodbye to Dad and Rachel and thanked them for giving me the best summer ever. Tears were involved and even Dad was upset, not bawling his eyes out, but I spotted some moisture.

Connor drove me to the station and he was deathly quiet in the car. I felt like I was slowly dying. October half-term seemed ages away.

The car journey felt so short and there was so little time left. My heart was aching and I knew he felt it too from his body language.

At the platform, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, promising to call me every day and I felt tears sting my eyes (again). His last image of me would be red-eyed with snot running down my nose, knowing my luck.

We both stared at each other as the announcement was made to signal my train was about to leave. Connor had briefly boarded to put my case in the rack. How things had changed from when I’d first arrived.

We stood there on the platform.

“Time to go,” he said, his voice sounded pained and I knew he too was struggling.

“I could just stay?” I put in weakly, feeling severely depressed and knowing I had to get with the program. This was real life, people got together and had to go away to study or to work, it’s what happened. I knew I couldn’t just chuck away my schooling over a boy. Even one I was in love with.

He was firm with his reply. “No, you need to finish your exams or you’ll have wasted the first year. I’ll FaceTime you tonight and I’ll see you in October and fuck it, I’ll probably be down sooner than you think. May have a few cows with me though. And I mean the furry ones on all fours.”

I smiled weakly but at that point I didn’t care. I just needed to be with him. “But this is where you are, so it’s where I want to be.”

“And you will be. We’ll make it work Harlow.” It was as if he could hear my heart breaking. Inside I was screaming.

A thousand thoughts were racing around in my head and I felt like my world was being ripped away. I started to feel sick again and panicky and I took a deep breath and hugged him, taking in that heady scent.

“Here.” Connor gently pulled my arms from around his neck and uncurled my fingers before placing a small envelope in my hand. I looked up at him, puzzled and then went to open it.

“No, it’s for the train.”

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