Over the next several days, Spot taught me how to fight, even though that wasn't the real reason I was over there, and I thought I could defend myself pretty well.
However I gave him the benefit of the doubt, and let him teach me acting as if I didn't know a thing of defending one's self.
All the boys were going to a show that night, so Spot and I were going to spend some alone time finally.
That night a note was left on my bunk, telling me to go to the roof.
I glanced around, and noticed a lone figure with his back turned towards me, looking at the city below.
Hearing me approach he whipped around and before I knew what was happening, started to kiss me passionately. Getting more into the kiss, I threw my arms around his neck, his tongue teasing my lips. A few moments later, we pulled back breathless. "Wow," I smiled at him, still trying to recover.
He smiled, that rare smile very few saw. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," he breathed in my ear, causing me to shiver.
Spot wrapped his arms around me tighter as he stood there holding me, everything around us beginning to fade.
"I wish things could always be this way," I looked in his eyes, dreaming that we could be a normal couple.
His jaw clenched tightly not saying anything at first. "You know of my reputation. There's just no way that would be possible. If any of the guys ever found out, I would lose respect, and be thrown out of Brooklyn, hell probably outta New York," he stated almost angrily.
Not wanting to cause a fight, I didn't say anything and let him hold me, not wanting to let go. This is the Spot Conlon that I knew, and loved, and I wasn't about to let go. Not now, or ever.
Alrighty people, this chapter was a bit on the short side, but only since it's my first one in years, lol and also so you won't have so much to read, since you'll have to read the whole story first. I will be awaiting your kind and wonderful reviews. Was that sucking up! Yeah just a little ;)