41. Won't Fall Again

"I am staying in your room in case that hoebag comes back to rape you," I declared.

Miranda seemed like a total psycho. What kind of woman tries to sneak into a man's room in an attempt to steal someone's fiancé?

Connor chuckled and pulled me to his lap. "I think I'm strong enough to push her off."

"I am still staying."

"Good, then I can touch you all night," He started to place small kisses all over my neck and chest.

"No, you're not. You're going to sleep because you have to wake up early for the conference," I frowned.

"But...I'm hard," Connor placed my hand between his legs and smirked.

"NO! Go to sleep. You jerk," I giggled.

"Fine, can I hold you then?" he smiled.

I nodded, then buried my face in his chest. He smelled like soap. He must've taken a shower right before he went to bed.

The next day, I woke in an empty bed. He must've gone to the conference early in the morning. I wonder how awkward it was