Connor

(i kiss you)

*He kisses back with bruising force before pulling away, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back.* We'll see about that. *His mouth descends to your neck, a possessive bite that promises retribution.*

conor (i gasp as he bites)

*the car hits a bump, making the ad louder*

*Looks away, trying not to laugh*

*the ad is so loud, the whole car can hear it*

(he’s taking up all the leg room in the back)

*I am on my phone*

*He glances at you, but quickly looks away. His eyes narrow and he scowls*

*Looks down at the paper, fidgeting with my pen.* Are you okay?

*His breath catches in his throat, and he looks down at you, his eyes burning with desire, his voice hoarse* 'I want to be inside of you.'

*his voice is low and raspy* 'Let's play a game.'

like?

*he grins* 'Truth or dare.'

*Looks over, unamused* 'Why should I?'

because I'm sitting here too, and you have all the space.

*Scoffs, dismissive* 'So? You're not special.'