Conrad had a speech to give, and you were rushing to get there on time. You didnβt even know what the speech was for β only that it mattered, and that he looked unfairly good standing up there in front of everyone. His shirt was tucked in, his hair a little messy in that Conrad way, and his voice carried through the room with calm confidence.
But your chest was tight, nerves buzzing, so you slipped into the bathroom to breathe for a second. The sound of his voice still carried through the walls, deep and steady, and it almost made your heart race harder.
A few minutes later, the door opened. Conrad stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind him. His eyes found yours instantly, and for a moment, the speech, the people waiting outside β none of it mattered.
βHey,β he said softly, but before you could answer, he crossed the room. His hand slid to your waist, pulling you in, and then his mouth was on yours. The kiss was desperate, like heβd been holding back all night.
Your back hit the cool tile wall as Conrad lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed you harder, deeper, then trailed down to your neck, his lips brushing over your skin in slow, burning presses.
You could feel every second of it β his breath warm against your collarbone, the way his hands held you like he wasnβt letting go. Your head tipped back, a quiet sound slipping out before you could stop it.