Page 60 of Our Secret Moments

The guy has been passed out for the last ten minutes and of course the first that comes out of his mouth is something stupid. He blinks up at his ‘doctor’ who rushed here when I had no else to call and was happy to help us out.

He’s right. She is hot. Barely conscious or not, he shouldn’t be hitting on her.

“Youwouldhave a hot doctor if you called an ambulance like a normal person,” Cat says, helping me push Wes into a sitting position against one of the walls in the gym. “Why did you call me anyway? I’m hardly first aid trained.”

“Connie boy wanted an excuse to see you again, so he forced me into doing a handstand for an hour,” Wes mumbles, lying straight through his grin. That bastard.

“Is that true,Connie boy?” Cat mocks, tilting her head at me. She has the audacity to bash her lashes at me as if I haven’t been thinking about the way she moaned my name a few nights ago. As if I haven’t spent every night since then tossing and turning, hoping she’d call me again for round two. Or better yet, turn up outside my door.

“It’s not,” I mutter, standing to my feet. “Wesley is a liar.”

“Yeah, well, Wesley has a mild concussion, so maybe we should be nice to him.”

“He’s referring to himself in the third person. That’s not a good sign, is it, Doc?” I ask Cat, feigning concern. Her eyes light up, playing along with me.

“That isn’t a good sign. You’re right. Maybe he needs to go to arealdoctor,” she says, tapping her chin. Wes shakes his head twice before wincing at the pain.

“No! Please. No real doctors, they creep me out,” he begs, his grey eyes pleading like a little puppy. Cat and I both laugh, and she stands to her feet.

“I’ll get you a drink. Stay here,” she says when her laughter dies down.

Like the dumb bunny I am, I follow after her, needing to be close to her again. She doesn’t say anything when she gets to the vending machine, and I don’t either. I wait for her to pick up the water before snaking my hand around her waist, crushing her chest to mine and capturing her lips.

She tastes exactly like home. Everything about her feels like it was made just for me. The soft dip in her hips as I hold her close to me. The faint gasp that escaped her lips in surprise before her body relaxed into mine. The sweet taste of her lip balm against my mouth and the fresh feel of her tongue that slips into my mouth when my hands find their way into her hair.

She pushes off me slightly, keeping her lips pressed to mine. “Connor,” she whispers against my lips. If I could bottle that sound and keep it forever, I would. There’s something so sacred about the way she says my name. Nobody says it like her.

“Hm?”

“Someone could see,” she whispers.

I open my eyes then to see she’s looking up at me with a worried expression. I look around us. The gym isn’t particularly full, but it’s not empty either. It’s the second one we have on campus that mostly sophomores and junior’s use, so there will definitely be people we know around.

For once in my life, I don’t want to play it safe. I don’t want to be the perfect Connor Bailey who is always on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to be the kind of Connor Bailey who gets to kiss Catherine Fables in hallways whenever we want.

“I don’t care,” I say. I reach out for her, slipping my finger between the belt loop in her jeans. “If it takes touching you like this for everyone to know you’re mine, I’ll do it happily.”

She hums. “Quite possessive over someone you’ve only made out with once.”

“We’ve done more than make out, Cat,” I whisper, dropping my mouth to the shell of her ear. She shivers. “I’ve wanted you for years. You’ve just been too blind to notice it.”

“I have not been blind. I’ve just been in it for the long haul,” she admits nonchalantly. She shrugs. “That’s all.”

My chest lights up with pride, my face cracking into a smile at her words. I knew it wasn’t just me that felt this pull betweenus. “So, you’re admitting that you’ve always had a crush on me?” I tease, tugging on the belt loop of her jeans.

“I’m not admitting anything, you—”

I silence her lie with a kiss. It’s the kind of kiss you get lost in, where it’s just all tongue and teeth and hands and strangled moans.

When I kiss Catherine, she gives me everything. Everything about her fits so perfectly with me that we don’t even have to try to make each other feel good. Her whole body is in tune with mine.

I kiss across her jaw, her cheek, down her neck until she’s writing beneath me. “Catherine likes me,” I whisper into her neck, blowing a raspberry and she laughs, gasping for air. I plant more kisses across her face and neck until she’s covered with me. “You like me. You like me. You like me.”

“You’re so annoying,” she gets out through a laugh, pushing me off her.

She looks at me – like,reallylooks at me. Her beautiful eyes travel from my hair which she’s messed up, down to the curve of my lips and when her eyes snag on mine, I swear I almost drop right to my knees, ready to beg her for literally anything.

Once she’s had a good enough look, she steps into me, fists my shirt and pushes herself against me. The force of her grip and the hunger in her eyes sends a heavy feeling of want throughout my body. Knowing that she’s turned inside out as much as I am makes me want her even more. When her hand twists in my shirt and her lips are inches away from mine, I stop her, gripping onto her waist until her legs tighten around me. She gasps when I press her against the wall and she’s still gripping onto my shirt like her life depends on it.

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