Our Secret Moments: Chapter 31


Hey, wanna hang out?

I LOOK DOWN at the message lighting up my phone and I don’t know why I hesitate. Apart from hanging out with my girls and spending time with Connor, I’ve been holed up in my room trying my hardest to perfect this article.

Surprisingly, I care a lot more about this project than anything I’ve ever done for Rotford’s class. I never thought I would be this interested in sports, but for some reason, I find myself having the absolute time of my life. As much as it stresses me the fuck out and it takes me hours to string a sentence together, looking back on it makes me realise just how much fun I’ve had in the last few weeks.

But, I do miss being able to have a real conversation with George in our seminars and lectures. Even when I’m in class, my mind is wandering away from me, thinking about the assignments I need to complete and a brown haired football player who won’t leave my brain.

The thanksgiving break was a God-send, but settling back into the school routine has been torture. Luckily, I know just the person who can ease that transition.

It only took a few more messages exchanged between George and I before we ended up at one of the cafe’s on campus. It’s tucked away at the back of the humanities building – so small you’d probably miss it, but we’ve been coming here a regular amount since freshman year. Only now I feel like a stranger sipping my hot cocoa across from him in the corner of the room.

“It feels like it’s been years since I’ve seen you,” George says, ruffling his blonde hair before unwrapping his sandwich.

“I know,” I agree, “But I was in class yesterday.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t really there,” he says, waving his hands around his head to explain what he means.

I shrug. “Maybe it’s because I was too busy trying to make sure Rotford didn’t catch you sleeping. Again.”

He barks out a laugh. “That’s not what I mean.”

I don’t know why I’m hiding this from him. Even if we don’t hang out much outside of class, George is one of the kindest people I know. We’ve both told each other things we thought we’d never say out loud and we spend half of our time together giggling over stupid things. He never takes things too seriously, but I know that he can when he needs to.

He must have gotten really good at reading my mind those days I spaced out in class because when I get stuck in my head again, he waves his hand in my face, snapping me out of the trance. “Hey, what’s going on with you? This isn’t your usual I’m stressed about assignments face.”

I take in a deep breath, quickly scanning the almost empty room. I can tell him about Connor, right? As fun as it is keeping our secret, it’s getting pretty fucking hard not telling anyone how happy I am. Which is why I’ve decided to keep quiet in classes to not arouse suspicion.

“Can you keep a secret?” I whisper.

His eyes widen, shuffling his chair closer to mine. “Of course I can,” he says, crossing his legs before a worried expression takes over his face. “Unless you’ve killed someone, then I don’t know about that. Well… I’d have your back and everything but–”

“I’m dating Connor Bailey,” I blurt out. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while now and I’m pretty sure he’s obsessed with me. I mean, I’m not complaining, but you know. The sex is so fucking good, but I don’t know how to control how I feel about him because he’s Nora’s brother, and Nora’s my best friend and I’m still working with the football team and it’s all a big mess.”

Word vomit.


That felt… Good.

But also slightly embarrassing given the look on George’s face. I’m sure this is the last thing he expected to happen when he suggested having a productive hang out session. Honestly, if I kept that inside me for any longer, I think I would explode. I was half-expecting Connor to want to come clean at Thanksgiving, but he’s letting me make the decision. As hard as it is keeping it from her, I’m too frightened of her reaction to tell her now. George is a step in that direction, though.

“George?” I nudge his knee with mine as he continues staring at me.

His eyes slowly soften, a mischievous smirk covering his face. “That’s why you’ve been so distracted. You’re dick-whipped.”

“I am not,” I chide, my face heating.

“You just said that the sex is, and I quote, so fucking good,” he says, practically choking on laughter. The few people that are in here turn around and when I give them a tight smile they resume what they’re doing. “Innocent my ass.”

“I never said I was innocent,” I say, crossing my arms against my chest, pouting like a baby.

“Well, you fucking acted like it,” he replies. I give him a minute to compose himself. “So, how is it?”

I sigh, my mind instantly turning to the one person who makes me feel happy and safe. “It’s good.”

“It’s good?” he repeats. “How is it just good? But the sex is so fucking good? You’re dating the captain  of the football team. Everybody wants a piece of him and you just think it’s good.”

I shrug. “He’s incredible. Is that what you want me to say? That he’s so great that I don’t believe he’s real.”

My own words catch me off guard. They’ll never be enough words to describe how I feel about Connor and about the way he makes me feel. I never feel like I’m being walked over with him, or like my needs don’t matter. He’s just the kindest and most patient man I could ever ask to be with.

George’s jaw drops. Again. “Oh my God. You’re in love with him.”

“Shut up.”

Before he starts to ask me for more details, I swiftly change the subject so we can talk about our work. We only have one assignment that we really need to work on and it’s the least interesting topic we’ve had since I started this course. I’d much prefer to write about animal testing than the history of Colorado. So when we both have our headphones on, deep into work, I don’t feel too bad for checking my messages with Connor.


I have an idea.

Is this a Wes-inspired idea or a Connor original?


I’ll have you know Wes is not the only one who can come up with ideas, sweetheart.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

What’s ur genius idea?


You know how you’ve been asking me questions.



As much as I’m enjoying learning, I feel like you’re getting the better end of it.



Yup. So I think we need to change it up a little.

Every question I get right, you have to take off a piece of clothing.

What if you get it wrong?


Then I have to take something off.



Sounds good, right?

It sounds okay.



If I take my clothes off, ur just going to get distracted.


Yeah. Ur right. It was worth a shot.

The three dots appear then fade away multiple times before he finally responds.

Have a good day without on my hot and sexy body. Can’t wait to stick my tongue down ur throat.

Ur such a romantic. I’m swooning. *heart-eyes emoji*

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile that much.”

My head snaps up at the sound of George’s voice. I didn’t even know my music stopped playing and I’ve been staring at my phone with the cheesiest grin on my face for the last ten minutes.

“Whatever,” I mutter. “I always smile.’

He shakes his head. “Not like that, you don’t.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’d do anything for him,” he whispers. My chest pinches. “I know that look, Cat. I think you’re forgetting I have a boyfriend of my own who I am equally as obsessed with.”

“I’m not obsessed,” I challenge.

“And that’s not a purple highlighter,” he retorts, nodding to the purple highlighter in my hand. I roll my eyes and he laughs. “Fine. I’ll drop it. For now.”

When I get back to my dorm building, I’m exhausted.

I usually prefer to do work in my room or at the library, but hanging out with George is fun. I’m not great with study partners, but we know where to draw the line. Still, my body feels heavy and in desperate need of a–

I’m screaming so loud before my brain can even comprehend it.

As I tried to slip into my bed in the darkness of my room, my body contacted with something very hot and very naked.

I jump out of my bed, almost knocking over my nightstand as Connor slides out, his eyes wide. From the look on his face, I must still be screaming.

“What are you doing!” I’m still screaming, but at least words are leaving my mouth this time. Connor’s wearing nothing but boxers as his tall body stalks towards me, pressing me against my closet, his hand over my mouth.

“Stop screaming, Catherine,” he whisper-shouts. I bite on his hand and his eyes widen before he drops them.

“I’m not screaming!” I’m definitely screaming. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you and—”

“Cat?” Nora’s voice makes both of our eyes widen. I hold a finger in front of my lips, signalling him to keep quiet as I move towards my door, sliding the lock in place. Connor follows me. “Is everything okay? Lots of screaming going on in there. And not the fun kind.”

Connor tilts his head at me playfully.

I clear my throat. “Everything’s fine,” I say, my voice an octave higher than usual.

“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice scarily close to the door. My whole body fills with panic. I might have told George already, but ticking Nora’s name off my list wasn’t apart of today’s plans. Connor doesn’t seem to care, though, because he comes as close to me as possible, his hands resting possessively on my stomach under my shirt.

“Yeah, I just subbed my toe. Honestly, I’m–”

My mouth closes when Connor’s soft lips press against the hammering pulse on my neck, sucking. Claiming. My eyes flash with a question: what are you doing? And because I have a sadist for a boyfriend, he just smirks at me, continuing to kiss across my collarbone.

My eyes close as his hands work on the button of my jeans. I’m a fucking mess. My body is betraying me and there’s nothing I can do about it.


“Yeah?” My voice is a breathy confirmation. I clear my throat for the second time.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t usually scream like that over a stubbed toe,” Nora explains. God, she knows me too well. Apparently, so does her brother, because he works my jeans off my hips and I step out of them. What am I doing? I don’t know, but it feels too good to stop. He presses his hardness into me. I can feel myself almost crying out in pleasure, but he slaps his hands across my mouth in a silent warning. “I mean there was that one time when you thought there was a spider in your room, but it was just a piece of hair.”

“Yeah,” I try to make my voice sound normal when Connor releases his hand off my mouth, but he keeps rocking his hips into me at a punishingly slow space and my panties are so soaked I’m going to leave a mark on his boxers. “It was just like that.”

I sling my arms around Connor’s neck, pulling him closer to me. His hand finds my mouth again, covering it completely as his other hand digs into the flesh on my hips. Everything about this feels so wrong, but so fucking good. I keep rubbing my core against him as he continues to leave soft kisses across my face.

“Oh my god! Do you remember that time when you–” Connor swivels his hips, his cock pushing against my clit and I moan against his hand. The fact that he’s managed to keep silent is a mystery, but all of his muscles are tensing and flexing, displaying his restraint. The sight of his broad chest and the way it feels under my fingers sends another wave of pleasure through me as he keeps rocking himself into me.

Holy fuck.

I’m going to come like this.

“Stop!” I end up shouting.

“What?” Nora cries from the other side of the door. I’ve been completely tuning her out and it’s not fair to let her talk to me whilst her brother is about to bring me to orgasm.

“I just don’t want to listen to one of your stories right now, Nor. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed,” I get out in one breath. The two sentences sound like one word at the speed I’m talking, but I can’t control myself anymore.

“Okay, jeez. Don’t get your panties in a twist,” she mutters. I can just imagine her rolling her eyes. “Goodnight, sweetpea!”

“Night,” I grumble. I pin Connor with a look, pushing my hand against his chest and walking him back to the bed. When his back hits my pillows, I immediately sit in his lap, needing the friction now more than ever. “Don’t ever put me in that position again.”

He cocks his head to the side. “What? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“That’s not the point,” I argue, swatting his hands off me as he tries to touch my thighs. “How would you like it if I was controlling you like that, huh? Doing things to you I know you couldn’t keep quiet for?”

His grin splits across his face. “That, Catherine, sounds like my idea of heaven.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I laugh, squeezing his face until it squishes together.

“Just say you missed my hot and sexy body so we can get on with our day,” he replies.

I shrug, wanting to roll my eyes. “Yeah, I guess I missed you a bit.”

I throw out every idea I had when I got him down on the bed and instead straddle him like I’m a koala hugging a tree, and hold onto him until we both fall asleep.


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