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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jun 29, 2013 14:02:23 GMT -5
A grin spread across his face and I could see the happyness behind it, his blue eyes looking up at me. After what had went down with Trisha, I was still a bit aprehensive about a whole relationship sorta thing, but Connor meant well, I was sure of it. If something went wrong, he wouldn't have been the one to initiate it, or at least I liked to think I knew him better than that. We'd only met, what? An hour ago? And here we were kissing? Well, it made sense to me. I knew what had led us up to this point. Connor planted a kiss on my neck, which served well to draw me out of my thoughtful reverie. I chuckle as he licked my cheek and I press my lips to the underside of his jaw lightly before working my way down to the crook of his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 14:08:26 GMT -5
Connor smiled in amusement, squirming a bit, though his skin was less sensitive the closer Attyston got to his ruggedly scarred throat. He tilted his head back for him, blue eyes closing and fingers playing with the material of Attyston's shirt. He wouldn't lift it, wouldn't reach under it. He just played with the fabric, then returned to the baxk of the other male's neck to play with his hair again, drawing his knees up at the other male's sides. "Mm."
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Post by Attyston Thomas on Jun 29, 2013 14:29:24 GMT -5
He wriggled slightly and a small smirk appears on my face as he leans his head back for me. Connor continues to play with the fabric of my shirt, though he doesn't lift it up of slip his hand under it, for which I was grateful. I really wasn't ready for that, and I didn't think he was either. I liked him, I really did, I just didn't want to rush head first into something serious like I had before. It seemed like I always got burned whenever I did, and I didn't want to ruin what me and Connor had in the making right now. Soon he bores with my shirt and moves his hand back up to my hair and I pull back and set my head contentedly on his shoulder. I try to think of something witty and endearing to say, before I finally just settle on the truth. "I'm glad I met you."
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