I started to breath heavily, I could feel I was turning red and pale, "Oh my goodness" I had to get away, I couldn't handle this right now. Conner came to my side and took my hand, he offered me water but I was to in stock to drink or eat. I felt dizzy and uneasy, and next thing I know I'm being carried somewhere I don't know. Being carried in warm muscular arms. I could feel his heartbeat making me feel safe, a soft kiss on my forehead. I was finally tucked in his bed, sound asleep. When I woke up that morning, Connor was asleep in a chair next to the bed. I tried to get out of the bed quietly but he woke up and rushed to my side "hey, are you alright, you didn't feel or look to good last night so I took you to my place"" yeah I'm fine... it's just that what you said was unexpected and I guess I was so shocked I made myself sick" he brushed the hair away from my face and slowly kissed me. I could feel the warmth of his lips on mine. He pulled away to get me breakfast. I lay there, starring at the ceiling waiting for him to come back, and I realized the I wanted him too, that I needed him,that I loved him.