You Probably Won't See It - Connor Sharpe x reader

Chapter 23

He leaned down, close to my ear.
“But you didn’t stop me.”

I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But nothing came out.

Because he was right.
I hadn’t.

And the worst part?

I didn’t know how I felt about it.

Someone cranked the music louder. The bass hit like thunder. The strobe lights flashed in slow motion. I looked over at Connor again.

He was still dancing. Still smiling. Still completely unaware.

I stepped back.
My hands shook.

“I need air,” I mumbled, pushing past the crowd.

Aidan didn’t follow me.
But he didn’t stop watching me either.

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Outside was quieter. Colder.
The breeze hit my skin and suddenly I was very aware of how drunk I was. My bunny ears were askew. My corset had shifted. My lipstick was smudged.

My lips still burned.

How could I be so stupid?

I kissed Aidan.
Thinking it was Connor.

And I liked it.

God. What now?

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“If I overthink it, I’ll ruin everything. So I just... won’t.”

The cold air hit me like a slap.
It was sobering just enough to remind me I had kissed the wrong boy.

Aidan.

But not just Aidan.
Connor’s twin.
His brother.
His almost clone.

And I let him. I kissed him like I meant it.
Worse. I did mean it. Because I thought it was Connor. Because I’m a freaking idiot with too much tequila in her system and zero functioning brain cells.

I leaned against the railing, took a deep breath, fixed my bunny ears, and told myself:

Not tonight.

Tonight wasn’t about regrets.
Tonight wasn’t about what could’ve or should’ve happened.

Tonight, I looked hot. I felt alive. I was at a party surrounded by people I loved.
And Connor, the Connor was inside waiting.

So I turned on my heel, tugged down my corset, and walked right back in with my head high and my lips still tingling.

The bass swallowed me whole again.

The lights were wild.
Sweaty bodies.
Flashing cups.
Laughter echoing from every corner.

I didn’t go looking for Aidan. I didn’t owe him anything. Not tonight.

Instead, I found Yumi dancing with two girls now, like the absolute queen she was. She caught my eye, winked, and mouthed, “You okay?”

I nodded, blew her a kiss, and kept moving through the crowd.

And then there he was.

Connor.

Still in his zombie costume. His hair was a chaotic mess, his face glowing red from the heat and the lighting. He was laughing at something Jake said, holding a red cup, and looking like he belonged here.

I hesitated for half a second.

Then he looked up.
Saw me.

His smile widened.

“Where’d you disappear to?” he asked, reaching for my hand.

I let him take it.
Let him pull me close, so close I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Bathroom,” I lied. “And air.”

“Fair enough.” He grinned. “Come dance with me.”

And that was it.

I danced.
With him.

Messy, drunk, loud. Our bodies moving like we were made to match. His hands rested on my hips. Mine tangled in his shirt. We didn’t talk. Didn’t overthink. Just laughed and jumped and swayed to the beat that was way too fast and way too loud.

At one point, he spun me.

I tripped.

He caught me.

Our faces were close.

Not kissing close.
But… close.

“You’re cute,” he whispered, leaning toward my ear. “Like a violent, sexy rabbit.”

I burst out laughing. “Shut up.”

“No seriously.” He twirled one of my bunny ears. “Who knew murder bunnies could be this hot?”

“Don’t boost my ego,” I said. “I might kill again.”

We laughed.
Hard.

Someone handed us shots. We took them without question.
Connor made a face like he just drank fire.

“I’m not okay,” he coughed.

“I think I am god,” I said.

He grinned and pulled me back toward him. “Let’s go again.”

So we did.
Another dance.
Another song.
Another spin.
Another shot.
Another moment where I almost kissed him, but didn’t.

And for once, I was okay with not rushing it.
Because this felt good.

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Hours passed like minutes.
Eventually, people started crashing on couches and beanbags and any available floor space. The music softened. The vibe slowed. But we were still going.

I sat next to Connor on the stairs. He was drinking water. I was holding a half empty cup of something I forgot the name of.

“You good?” he asked, nudging me with his knee.

“Yeah,” I said honestly. “Tonight was fun.”

“It was.”

Silence.

Then I looked at him. Really looked at him.

And maybe I was still drunk, or maybe the universe was in the mood to play nice, but something in me knew

Connor Sharpe was slowly becoming the center of my universe.