He made his way to the door and I leaned back into my room, sliding the window shut.

What on earth was I doing?! All I had to do was follow Camille's advice, get him to fall - not invite him into our house. And what was worse, was the fact that there were pictures of me and Camille all over the place. Our parents were obviously proud of how we'd turned out, so they tried to flog us as much as they could. But I knew that if Connor saw the pictures, he'd know Camille was my sister, and would most likely freak out. But then again, he might not even remember. Though I knew I was just trying to stay positive, trying to reassure myself that nothing would go wrong. But there was too much that could go wrong, and they were the thoughts clouding my brain in that moment. Still, I couldn't exactly leave him outside now.

I rolled my eyes and once again slid open the window, leaning out further to see him waiting patiently near the door.

"Hey, Connor!" I called.

He turned around, looking up at me. "Ye a'right lass?"

I nodded. "Fine, just come here a second."

Despite looking very confused at my request, he walked across the grass until he was directly underneath my window.

"What d'ye need?"

"See that thing there that looks like a ladder?" I gestured to the white-painted frame that Camille used to get to my window.

"Aye." He slowly replied, his eyes narrowed again.

"If you climb it you can get onto the small ledge. When you do, you'll be able to get to my window."

His eyes widened slightly. "Ye wan' me ta climb yer house lass?!"

I smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh. Just think of it as proving how much you like me."

He chuckled to himself and shook his head, slowly shrugging off his coat.

"What are you doing?"

"It'll be easier, trus' me." After a few seconds he finally managed to get off the large black coat, bunching it up in his hands as he looked back up at me. "Catch."

I nodded and held my hands out of the window, easily taking hold of the coat as he threw it high in the air.

As he started towards the frame, I quickly moved back into my room, placing his coat on the vanity-chair before looking back through the window. He'd already gotten onto the ledge and was now slowly inching towards my window, making sure to keep himself pinned against the side of the house as he did. It was pretty east to lose your balance on the ledge, which was always why I was so impressed when Camille climbed through my window. It was hard for me when sober, so I couldn't imagine how difficult it was for her when she was hammered.

Connor finally reached the window and got a good grip on the bottom. I moved back towards my bed, allowing him room to climb in.

"Christ lass."

"Don't be a baby, it's not that hard." I smirked, sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bed.

He turned around and rolled his sleeved up to his elbows, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Not dat hard?"

I shrugged. "If my sister can do it drunk off her ass, you can do it when sober."

"I s'pose dat's fair enough."

I nodded and he slowly started to take in my room. Thankfully there weren't any photos of me and Camille in the room, since most of them were scattered in other areas of the house. And my school-books always stayed in a drawer in my closet, so there was no way he'd see any of that either. Right now my room looked like a normal girls room.

"You look like you've never seen a girls room before." I told him, moving around so that I was lying down on my stomach, arms folded in front of me.

"Ye'd be right Gracie." He admitted.

My eyes widened and jaw-dropped in disbelief. "Come again?"

He nodded and turned to face me, finally done with the inspection. It was hard for me to believe that he'd never seen a girls room before, considering the fact that he and his brother were banging their way through South Boston.

"Well, I have seen a girls bedroom b'fore. Not in a while though."

I shuffled over on the bed, allowing him room to sit down.

"How come?"

"I don' tink ye wanna know the answer." He shrugged, smirking slightly.

I rolled my eyes. "Connor, you can tell me. I won't care."

He stared down at me in thought before finally nodding, reclining onto his forearms. "Well, I don' 'ave the patience ta get dat far."

"Oh." I sighed in realisation. "So, you never wanted to get into a comfy bed?"

"I was pretty occupied wit tryin' ta get into the girl first." He shrugged, grinning as I smacked his shoulder.

"Classy."

"You asked."

I rolled my eyes and nodded, turning over onto my back so that it was easier to see him.

"So, what are you doing here?"

"Came ta see ye." He replied, running the tips of his fingers over the back of my hand.

I nodded and leaned up into a sitting position, pulling my knees up against my chest. It was stressful, being around him now. I'd liked him so much before, but knowing that he'd been the one to hurt Camille, it was a both stressing and upsetting. I had no idea how I felt, and that was the thing getting to me...not knowing how I felt. I always knew how I felt about things. So when the time came that I had no idea how I felt about the matter, well it was very annoying.

"You mean you're not tired of me yet?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"Aye." He chuckled, lightly taking my hand in his.

I smiled to myself as he brought the back of my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. It was so hard to see him as the bad guy when he did it, but it must've been how he was with Camille for the first few days; Caring and sweet.

"Having fun there Romeo?"

Instead of only small kisses to the back of my hand, they were now open-mouthed kisses to my wrist, slowly trailing up my forearm. As cheesy as it seemed to me, it felt really good. And the act was doing nothing for myself-control.

"Maybe." He grinned, carrying on.

"You still looking for the switch?" I breathed, tensing slightly as he got higher and higher.

Thankfully he stopped, but only to give me a confused look. "Switch?"

"The switch that'll make me wanna jump you. You know, that one spot that girls can never resist once a guy finds it." I explained.

A look of realisation and understanding crossed his face and he nodded, smirking slightly afterwards.

"So, where's yers lass?"

"You really think I'm gonna tell you?" I asked in disbelief, earning a small nod from him. "Nuh-uh, you're gonna have to find it yourself."

He shrugged. "Have it yer way den."

A small squeak passed through my lips as he pushed his way through my knees, resting a hand either side of my head. He'd done it so fast I barely managed to keep up, all I knew was that I was on my back with him in between my legs. And since my knees were still raised, he was a lot closer than I'd planned on letting him get. The last time I'd been in this kind of position, I'd felt the worst pain ever. The 'breaking-process' as Camille liked to put it. But while I'd - once again - fallen into my thoughts, Connor managed to find something to do. Not that I was complaining of course.

"You're gonna try and find my switch huh?" I quietly asked, resting my hands on his shoulders.

He smirked up at me and nodded, nuzzling my chest with his nose. "Aye."

I giggled at the sensation and bit my bottom lip, relaxing into my bed. "Good luck."

"Don' need it lass, 'm Irish remember? Got all the luck I need."

As he occupied himself with attempting to find my 'Switch', I once again fell into my thoughts. What on earth was I doing?. This was the guy that slept with my sister, broke her heart - assuming she had one of course. But if he had done to her what he was doing to me now, I couldn't exactly blame her for actually sleeping with him. If anything I judged her for not doing it sooner. But still, I wasn't ready to have sex with him. And not just because of Camille's plan. Sure, having sex with him now would risk any chance of our 'break-his-heart' plan working. But it wasn't just that - I wasn't ready for it. Sure he was a great guy and everything - putting aside the bumping-and-dumping. But I couldn't do it, not until I was sure he'd actually stick around afterwards. And right now, I was on the fence about it.

"Connor," I started, but it faded into a loud gasp as his mouth found a certain spot on my neck. My left hand lightly clawed at his back while my right ran into his hair, getting a tight grip.

"Dere it is." He smirked, almost immediately sucking the spot.

Despite how much I knew my body would protest, I had to stop it. With him now having picked up the pace since he'd found my 'switch', I knew it wouldn't be long before my hormonal urges took over. And if they did all rational thought would be gone from my mind. I couldn't risk turning into a younger version of my sister, only attracting the douche-bags of Boston. So with all the power I had left, I gripped his shoulders, gently pushing him back.

"Ya a'right lass?" He asked, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"I'm fine." I rushed. But I knew he didn't believe it, with my voice having gone a little higher.

"Ye can tell me Gracie."

I sighed and nodded, taking a deep breath before explaining just what it was that I felt.

"I can't fuck you, Connor. I mean, maybe at some point I'll be ready and it'll be amazing but that's not now. I'm not saying we can't do anything else, but I have to remind you that I'm not good at this stuff. I've had one boyfriend and we didn't exactly do much apart from that. You think you can wait a while?"

His eyes flickered across my face for a second or two, probably thinking over what I'd said. And to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if I never saw him again. The last thing a guy wanted to hear was that he had to wait for sex. Sure I'd be disappointed if he disappeared, but I'd get over it. Camille probably had some good remedies to get over a guy. Though judging by her past actions, to get over someone I'd probably have to get under someone else.

"O' course I can Gracie. Yer not ready for dat yet, I get it. Sure, I'll wait for ye." He shrugged.

I smiled in relief and laced my fingers behind his neck, gently leading his mouth down to mine. He got stuck in of course, tilting his head to get a better angle.

"Thank you." I sighed as he paused, resting his forehead on mine.

"No worries Grace. But yer right." He said.

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Huh?"

"When we 'ave sex, it will be amazin'. An' ye may not be good at dis stuff, but I am. An' I'll teach ye everythin' ye need ta know lass." He smirked.

"Cocky are we?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"I prefer ta tink o' it as confident."

I rolled my eyes and smiled, pulling his mouth back to mine.

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After slowly waking up the next day, I realised I was late for school - again. So, I just laid there, thinking about nearly everything. Connor was still fast asleep, snoring quietly behind me. It was strange for me, waking up with someone other than my drunk-ass sister in the bed. Strange, but nice. Not that I'd ever tell anyone about it. Well, except for Jade, who'd probably find out everything that happened last night. Though, there wasn't much to really tell. We'd made-out for a while, roamed towards other places, but thankfully he didn't push me too far. And before I knew it, he was staying over and I was in his shirt - again.

Connor stirred behind me and I waited patiently for him to wake up. I couldn't have been more grateful that Camille wasn't home, if she was she'd probably throw a fit. Either that or Connor would recognize her and take off. Our position wasn't the best one to be fair, and like Murphy had when I'd slept there, Camille would've definitely jumped to some conclusions.

I'd gone to sleep with my head on his chest, but at some point during the night I'd rolled over, my back now against his front. The thick blanket of my bed covered our lower-halves, hiding everything from the waist down. His left arm loosely rested over my waist, the fingers of his left hand laced with mine. Meanwhile, his right arm was above both our heads, the hand limp a few inches from my forehead. My right arm was being used as another pillow for me, though my fingers were pretty close to his. It had to have been the most comfortable position I'd ever been in, but that made it bad. I couldn't get too close to him, not now and not ever. The 'break-his-heart' plan was in motion and I was not giving up on this one, he wouldn't do to me what he'd done to god-knows how many other girls.

"Ye awake Grace?" He quietly asked.

"Mhmm."

The bed behind me dipped slightly as he moved around, gently rolling me over onto my back. He leaned on his right forearm, looking down at me as his right hand took hold of mine. I smiled slightly as he leaned in, softly pecking my lips.

"Mornin'."

"Hi, no work today?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to see him better.

"Nah, not today. What 'bout ye? Anythin' ta do today?" He questioned, the thumb of his left hand stroking the back of mine.

"Nope, not this morning anyway." I lied.

He nodded in understanding. "Fair enough.

We both fell into a comfortable silence and I looked down at our joined hands, just noticing the tattoo. He silently watched as I brought it closer to my face, tilting our conjoined hands to read the words on his finger; Veritas.

"What does it mean?"

"It's Italian, means Truth. Murph' got one too, on his right hand, his means justice." He explained.

I nodded, narrowing my eyes curiously. "You got any others?"

"Aye, the one on me neck. An' the one me arm." He shrugged, nodding towards his forearm.

"I've always been too scared to get a tattoo, needles freak me out a little."

He smirked and nodded. "Fair enough I s'pose, pretty common fear."

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"Nah, but me and Murph' are used to rough-housin', so we've felt worse."

I nodded in understanding and slowly brought the back of his hand to my mouth, tracing small kisses across the tattoo. But as I pulled away, I found him grinning down at me.

"What was dat fer?"

"Just felt like the right thing to do." I shyly shrugged.

He chuckled to himself and leaned back in, gently fusing our mouths together.

"Grace?!"

We both pulled back and he narrowed his eyes in confusion as I shot up into a sitting position, releasing any hold I had on him - Camille was home. He silently watched as I climbed out of the bed, nervously clutching my hair.

"Oh no." I squeaked.

"What is it?" He asked, pulling the blankets away to place his feet on the carpeted floor.

I sighed and turned to face him, chewing my bottom lip nervously. "It's my sister, if she sees you she'll tell my parents and I cannot have that happening."

On some level I was lying, but on another I wasn't. Camille had told my parents I was seeing Dylan, and that had gone less than well. Besides, I'd never seen a guy move faster than he did when he found out his girlfriends parents were coming home. It always worked on Camille's conquests, and would most-likely work with Connor. Especially if he found out my dad's career choice.

"Gracie."

"Oh my god I can't believe this is happening." I whined, pacing in front of him.

"Grace." He repeated, earning my attention.

"Yeah?"

He rolled his eyes and gently took my hands, pulling me to stand between his legs. "I'm not scared o' ye parents lass, or ye sister."

I nodded and placed both hands on his shoulders, looking down at him. "Connor,"

"Aye?"

"My dad's a cop."

His smile slowly faded and he glanced at the door nervously.

"With a gun." I added.

"Fuck."

I nodded and made sure my bedroom door was locked before rushing around the room, tossing his jeans and coat towards him. Thankfully, he didn't object. If anything he was just as eager to put them on. And when he was done he stood from the bed, smirking down at me despite our situation.

"What?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Yer wearin' me shirt."

I rolled my eyes and lowered my hands, about to peel off the shirt. But his hands quickly took hold of my wrists, preventing me from carrying on.

"What are you doing?"

"Keep et, looks better on ye anyway." He shrugged, pulling on his black coat to cover his bare-chest.

I smiled to myself and nodded, following him towards the window. "So, I'll see you soon?"

He nodded and threw one leg through the window, straddling the windowsill before turning back to me.

"What?" I repeated, crossing my arms.

"I don' know lass, maybe it's 'cause I'm a romantic or somethin' but this is all very 'Romeo-&-Juliet' don' ye tink?" He winked.

"No, your family aren't trying to kill my family. And I'm not a fourteen year old girl, and you're not a sixteen year old boy. Besides, hopefully we both don't die at the end." I said, rolling my eyes.

A loud banging echoed through the room and my eyes immediately widened, along with Connors.

"Grace! Wake up you lazy little shit!"

"Is dat yer sister?" He asked in disbelief.

I nodded and sighed nervously. "Yeah, can you please jump now?"

He laughed and rolled his eyes, leaning back to fit his other leg through the window. "Gracie?"

"Yeah?" I groaned, turning away from the door to face him.

With his back facing the street he leaned back through the window, gripping the back of my neck with one hand as he brought out mouths together. I smiled and laced my fingers behind his neck, tilting my head as he slid his tongue in.

"I'll see ye soon." He smirked, pulling back.

"Uh-huh." I breathed, earning a small chuckle from him.

"Bye Gracie."

I watched as he climbed down the side of the house, jumping down with a silent thud before heading towards Rocco's parked car. I had a feeling the Italian would be a little pissed at his car having been gone so long, but Connor would probably calm him down some way or another.

"Grace!"

Giving Connor one last wave, I shut the window as I leaned back into my room. I knew I couldn't answer the door wearing Connor's shirt, so I quickly tugged it over my head and threw it underneath the sheets, pulling on my soft-blue dressing gown before unlocking and opening the door.

"Christ Camille, what?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to make it seem as though I'd just woken up.

"I noticed your bag on the banister. Why aren't you in school?" She asked, her eyes narrowed sceptically.

"Why aren't you at work?"

"Touche."

I smiled and shrugged, leaning against the doorway. "So, how was work last night?"

She tilted her head slightly, shrugging her shoulders. "Can't complain. What about you? Did you do anything eventful last night?"

I held back the threatening smirk and shook my head at her, biting down on my bottom lip - again.

"Nah, it was pretty dead."

Author's Note:

Hi readers! So, I tried to make this chapter long as an apology for not updating as much as I used to. I've been pretty occupied with my 'Red-Canyon' story, but hopefully this long chapter will make up for it.

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