Trouble

|Chapter Nineteen| Orange Lily

[Orange Lily]: I hate you but I love you

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"I'll have to think about it for now, but don't worry your pretty little head about it. It won't be anything scandalous... well, at least not too much."

My eyes stop visually assaulting his lips which turn into a vicious smirk, as he thinks I'd not be brave enough to take him up on that.

Oh, Connor, Connor. Have you really forgotten your best friend? Or does he remember me and is that why he's tempting me?

Now, I might look tiny and harmless, but I'm pretty damn up to anything. My only fear is my mind, the rest is irrelevant.

My lips mirror his, as I smile back at him with the same cynical expression on my face.

"You've got yourself a deal," I hold my hand up to shake on it and he reaches for it all the while holding my gaze.

The second our skins touch I feel goosebumps form on my fingertips and run down all over my body to the very pit of my stomach.

I wonder how it would feel like to have the same burning touch of his all over my body, not just on my hand.

We hold eyes as we shake hands and I'm about to pull away to not sweat from the intensity of it all when suddenly he tightens his hold and pulls me toward him. I let out a surprised yelp, finding my upper body leaning over the table.

"Hey," I hear Darius' voice but neither he nor I have time to do or say anything because Connor leans in to whisper in my ear, so only I can hear him.

"You're done for, Little Monster," he says in a low, deep voice before letting go of my hand and sitting back.

"We'll see, Trouble," I say in return, leaning back in mine and shooting daggers at him with my eyes.

"What's up with you two?" Darius asks, staring between us and narrowing his eyes on Connor.

I shake my head at him with a playful shrug to let him know it's nothing.

"Doesn't concern you," Connor replies for both of us, not even looking at him. Instead, he keeps staring at my plaster, and then my neck which I'm pretty sure has gone red because of my flustered state, before his eyes slowly trail down and rest on my sky-blue sketchbook.

He rolls his eyes for some reason before clenching his jaw.

"I assume you two already have some drafts for the possible project," Connor says kind of surprising both Darius and me.

"We do," Darius answers and we start to tell and show him more of what we'd come up with in around 30 minutes, along with the sketches we've done in my sketchbook. He listens carefully, paying attention to every detail and asking follow-up questions.