"SHELBY!" Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist, and I couldn't muster the courage to look up at who it was. I was still in my anxiety attack, but my savior pulled me up onto the bridge, and cradled me in their strong, tattooed arms. "Y-your shaking. Oh, my god, you shaking! What's wrong? Shelby?" The person waved a hand in front of my face, but I didn't respond, too busy trying to breathe instead of breaking down. "Oh, fuck-! Hey, Shelby, hey, look at me." I shook my head, and felt my eyes watering up, but I covered my face with my hands, as if that would stop the tears. In that dark space of my mind, I was coming back up, thanks to someone pulling me through the inky black. In my mind, it was Connor, and I didn't doubt that it was him who was cradling me ever so gently now in the real world. He held me as if I was a fragile object that could break with one false move. Suddenly, he cupped my chin, and forced me to look at him. He gave a sad smirk. "Your pretty even when you cry, dammit." Then, he snaked his hand behind my head, pushing my lips against his. I slowly melted into the kiss, and he bit my bottom lip, which made me gasp. He used that to slide his tongue into my mouth, and we were engaged in a war, fighting for dominance. But he pulled back minutes later, panting, his face flushed. "Holy shit." He muttered, still gasping for air. "That...I felt like I was on a high, holy fuck. I'm going to get addicted to kissing you like that." As soon as he finished his sentence, he leaned down to kiss me again, wiping the tears from my eyes. We once again fought with our tongues. Once I calmed down, and was in my right state of mind, I pulled back, needing air. "And she's back. But one question." I raided an eyebrow, prompting him to ask. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!" I winced at his yelling, but sighed, and looked at the ground. "I-I wasn't in control-I d-didn't-I w-was trapped-" My brain decided it didn't want to work today. Connor smiled softly. "Aw, did I make someone shy? Your cheeks are so red right now." As if to torture me further, he gently bit my cheek, and I squeaked, burying my head in his shoulder. He laughed. "Let's go home before someone sees me." And he stood up, still cradling me bridal-style, telling me to hold onto his waist once we reached my bike. I did as he asked, and less than halfway there, I fell asleep.