Authors Note: Thank you so much for reading, I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. And thank you again for reading.
-Becker's Point Of View-
I raised my hand up and ran the pad of my thumb across his cheekbone. Every fiber of my very core was telling me that this is wrong, so very wrong. But like with so many of a person's vices they are almost always never a good thing.
I moved my hand around and cupped the back of Connor's head to give me some control as the kiss deepened. I opened my mouth and Connors tongue hesitantly made its way in, he tasted extraordinary.
Connor shifted his body slightly to the side, causing me to have to shift as well if we were to remain kissing; he broke the kiss with the softest sigh of passion as he lay back horizontal on the couch. Without even pausing for a moments consideration I leaned forward pressing my weight down on him, slightly supporting myself with my elbows incase my weight was too much.
I captured his lips in mine again. 'God, the taste of him is practically addicting' I thought as the kiss got more passionate.
Connor whimpered and started grinding his hips against mine when suddenly my mind and body seemed to see a great big glaring red STOP SIGN. Before my brain could catch up with my actions I scrambled off Connor and all but threw myself as far away from him as I could get.
"No, we shouldn't be doing this…we can't be doing this, we work together… and there is Abby…this is wrong." I stammered not quite able to form complete sentences, I looked up and saw Connor face and immediately wished I wouldn't have moved at all.
Connor was looking directly into my eyes, his mouth slightly open, his eyes both narrowed as well as had tears in them, and also he was trembling violently.
Instinctively I moved forward and reached out to him. "Connor.." I started to say, however Connor moved faster than I could have thought possible, in a flash he was standing up running right past me. I only took two steps before he had grabbed his jacket and slammed the front door behind him as he left.
With my mind being a jumbled mass of thoughts and emotions I somehow made my way to my dining room table – sitting down in the seat I folded my arms on the cool table and dropped my head down into them, sobbing aloud.
To Be Continued….
