We make it to my bedroom, our mouths reuniting after the brief journey up the stairs. I'm shaking slightly, but Connor is amazingly calm, stroking my back as he unclips my bra. His lips touch my neck, and I can't help but drag his mouth back to mine as he lifts me, carrying me to the bed.
Items of clothing are removed with shaking hands, as we slide under the duvet.
"You know we don't have to do anything, right?" Connor says softly, his fingers on my bare skin.
"Con, if I didn't want to be doing anything, why would I be naked in bed with you?"
"Ha." He smiles then, leaning on his elbow to gaze at me. I've seen Connor naked before, from the waist up. It's strange to feel his inner thigh entwined with mine, no fabric between us to reassure the fact that being in bed is completely inn
