Conner stole a glance at you as Tim lead him into the mansion. He could feel a slight blush rising on his face at the sight of you, reading on one of the couches in the library. Tim was saying something but Conner wasn’t really listening-

No, no, this was weird and wrong. You were his best friend’s little sibling! Little by, like, a year, but still. Tim would find a way to kill Conner if he knew that the two of you had kissed at a party a few months ago and texted all the time.

Conner couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. God, you were so enchanting, even just sitting there reading a book. What was he going to tell Tim? The first thing he told him when he met you was ‘keep your lips to yourself’ and now here he was, fidgety and nervous and blushing like an idiot just being in the same room as you. Thank god Tim didn’t notice, leading Conner out and up to his room.

He felt a little bit like he was betraying Tim, but when he walked into the kitchen later that night in pajamas only to see you getting water at the fridge, he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist.

“Hey.” He mumbled, his voice scratchy with sleep. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

God, he hoped you were as torn up about this as he was. This was wrong, it was wrong, but dammit if Conner hadn’t liked you from the moment you met-

“Y‘getting some water?” He asked, and felt kind of like an idiot. But you laughed and he smiled against your shoulder. “Missed you.” He mumbled, and he meant it.

He had missed you. A lot. Ever since he kissed you at that party, he had been thinking about you nonstop, day in and day out. But he wasn't going to tell you that, he wasn't even sure how you felt about him.