I open the door to my apartment and smile widely when I see Connor standing there with a single rose. "Hey baby," he says while leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead.

That felt wrong.

It's only been two days since our date and he is already treating me like a queen. After our date, we texted each other till the sun rose on the next day.

He came over to see me after his classes and we hung out in my apartment for a few hours before he went back to campus.

Jumping into a new relationship with someone I know nothing about is probably dumb, but I've done it before so I might as well do it again.

I take the rose from him and thank him as I move out of the way so he can walk in. "How was class today?" I ask while putting the rose in the clear vase on the bookshelf.

This is the second rose he got me. Yesterday's rose is pink while today's one is white. Roses aren't my favourite flower but it's still the thought that counts.

"Tiring. I zoned out a couple of times," he says while sitting down on the L shaped couch. He opens his arms in an indication that he wants me to come to sit next him.

I walk over to the couch and settle down on the spot next him. Laying my head in his lap, his hand goes down to my stomach.

"I was just waiting for all of it to be over so I can come over to see you," he says while stroking my stomach gently over my shirt. I turn my head so I can see his face fully and he smiles down at me.

Connor leans down and I lift my head a bit. Our lips touch and part a second later, the feeling of his lips against mine weird and foreign.

He presses his lips against mine harder and I do the same as I try to match his intensity and eagerness. His hand comes up to the back my neck and he lifts my head up.

I try to kiss him with the same amount of passion that he is giving me but it doesn't feel right.

Our lips part with a loud smack sound and he doesn't even give me a moment to breathe. His lips press against mine again, harder than before. His hand on my stomach slips underneath my shirt and he rubs circles around my belly button.

He stops kissing me and pulls away from my head. Connor pulls my body up and makes me sit up on his lap. He pushes my head to the side so he has access to me neck and he immediately attaches his lips to my skin.

His hands move down to my waist while his lips stay on my neck, sucking and biting down on my skin. His nails dig into my waist and I groan out of pain, not pleasure.

"Connor that hurts," I mutter but he doesn't hear me as he keeps biting down on my neck.

The feeling becomes too much and painful for me. I try to move away from him but he doesn't let me.

"Stay still baby," he mumbles into my skin. His hand comes up to the side of my neck and holds it tightly. "I'm almost done," he says with a smirk against my skin.

His teeth sink into my skin again and I close my eyes. I try to focus on anything besides the feeling of his lips against my neck and his nails digging into my waist.

I wince when he bites down even harder. He doesn't make any effort to ease off the biting.

A few seconds later he finally stops and I open my eyes, forcing to keep the tears in my eyes.

I place my head on his shoulder to avoid looking him in the eye right now. He kisses the mark he just left on my neck before moving his hands to my waist. "You took that well baby," he says while rubbing my back.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" He asks and I shake my head against his shoulder. "I want you to meet my friends if that's ok with you."

"Sure," I mumble, already tired of what we have going on. "I'd like to meet them," I pretend to sound happy.

"Thanks baby," he chimes as his hand slips up my shirt. He rubs my back gently and I just keep quiet, too annoyed to say anything about it.

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Connor helps me out of his car and immediately wraps his around my waist. A bunch of guys look at us as we walk around his car and towards his dorm. Girls send me daggers for looks as we walk into the building and I just roll my eyes.

"My friends are going to love you," he says while walking us up the stairs.

Girls and guys walk up and down the stairs, some of them talking about school while some of them saying inappropriate things to each other.

We walk down the hallway and stop in front of a white door. He pushes the door back and the people in the room immediately look over at us.

"Fuck," one of them cusses and my eyes move to the half naked girl on one of the beds.

Her eyes widen and Connor looks away from his friends and the girl.

"Get the fuck up," the guy with green eyes grits and the girl is quick to jump off the bed.

She grabs the jersey on the floor and covers her exposed chest. "Sorry," she whispers as she runs past us. I watch the girl run down the hallway and into one of the rooms at the end of the hall.

"What the fuck was that?" Connor asks while pulling me inside of the messy college dorm room. He kicks the door so it closes behind us and the three boys in front of us just grin.

There's boxes of pizza, some of the boxes empty while others have half eaten pizza slices in them, on the floor along with multiple cans of soda and beer.

There's three monitors set up on one side of the room and they are all displaying the homescreen of COD.

There's a few clothing items on the floor and a bunch of textbooks are laying among the mess.

"She was about to give us a little show and you guys walked in at the wrong time," the boy with curly black hair says with a frustrated look.

"Shut up Booker," the boy with green eyes grits while tossing a book at his head. Booker dodges the book and glares at the green eyed boy. "She was showing us her new tattoo."

"You know that Liyah is always getting new tattoos," Booker says with a shrug.

"And she was comfortable with showing you guys her boobs like that too?" I scoff while folding my arms.

Connor is always getting flashed by this girl and if his friends don't mind then I guess he also doesn't.

"Well she doesn't fuck with us like that so I guess so," the boy with glasses says. "The perks of being friends with a lesbian," he says with a shrug.

"Enough about Liyah and her lesbian behaviour," the boy with green eyes says. "Connor, is this the girl you've been going on and on about?" Connor nods with a proud smile.

"Cool. She's hot," the boy with glasses says while getting up from his bed. "I'm Chris," he says while holding his hand out to me. I gladly shake his hand with a smile. "Firm," he comments before letting go of my hand.

"I'm Micheal but Mike will suffice," the green eyed boy says and I nod.

"You already know my name," Booker says and I smile at him as I nod.

"I'm guessing you already know my name then," I say to them and they all nod. "It's nice to meet y'all," my accent slips and the looks on their faces change.

"You are adopted, right?" Chris asks with questioning eyes.

"Guess you have no filter," I scoff and he looks down at his feet out of embarassment. "But yeah, I am. I'm a Manson."

"That's cool," Booker says while sitting down on one of the gamer chairs. "Your dad is super rich and gives back to the city of New York a lot."

"Which uni do you go to?" Mike asks.

"I'm done with school. I got early acceptance when I was sixteen," I say with a shrug and they all look at me with wide eyes.

"Tell us more," Chris says in a funny voice and I can't help but laugh at him. The boys scoot closer to me while Connor let's go of my waist.

His friends ain't that bad.

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Heh, we are kind of on a good route with these two, kind of...

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