~YJ~
036. Tactical Retreat
Rated: K+
~YJ~
It was hanging there, taunting him, half-in and half-out of the dresser drawer. Pink and curvy and undeniably calling to him, and it was freaking him out. His instincts were telling him it was time to run, dude, run!, but for some reason, he inexplicably wanted to reach out and touch it. For a moment, he couldn't remember why he was in her room, feet glued to the floor and unable to follow mental commands to move.
A textbook. He was there for a textbook. He had trig homework due the next day and he needed to borrow her book; his copy had been the unfortunate recipient of Connor's annoyance when Wally had blatantly flirted with Megan. All he needed was her book.
So why was he standing there like a statue staring at her bra?
"Connor? What are you doing in my room?"
Tactical retreat!