Connor himself appreciated Samson that much more as he watched the other male blush and look into his eyes. He realized it seemed much more real than how all the girls he was with acted and behaved, probably because they were partly in it for the popularity boost. Listening to Samson describe his early memories of attraction, Connor chimed in, "Yeah I've had those dreams too, kissing guys and exploring our bodies and then doing the rest..." he blushed a little.<br/><br/>He watched Samson explain how easy it is to kiss another guy, the other locked eyes and slowly approached him, and they were an inch apart when Samson made his move. Connor didn't expect it to happen, but he swallowed a lump in his throat and closed his eyes, his own heart began racing at this point. Instinctively he pulled Samson up against the padding of his uniform, returning the kiss while placing a hand behind the others head and kissing even deeper. His physical excitement was obvious as he continued to kiss Samson and after a few moments he broke off the kiss.<br/><br/>"You can't tell anybody about this, because we shouldn't be doing it." he blurted out with that nervousness and fear in his voice again. He backed away from Samson and moved closer to the door, "I... I need to get back to practice before I get in trouble. The big game is tomorrow night and I need to focus on that and not... whatever this is." Connor looked confused and scared again, before grabbing his helmet and pulling it over his head. He grabbed a slip of paper and a pen on the counter and wrote down his cell number, "Text me your number." With that, he left the room and made his way back outside.