Edward
"No." Connor grabbed the pillow closest to him and covered his head to prevent me from trying to press more kisses to his face. Clearly he was enjoying being a brat and even though he was cute, I had been a tight ball of muscle throughout dinner.
I had told Dad that I had plans with Connor and I couldn't stay long before he sprung on me that Uncle Leonardo and my aunt were joining us for dinner, and that it would be rude if I left early. I didn't know why parents were like that. Forcing you into situations you couldn't get out of with the excuse that it would be rude. I felt like ripping out my hair when I found out knowing that Connor was going to be pissed.
"You made me dress up and get waxed for nothing," he mumbled and pressed his body further into the mattress. "I've had a thong riding up my arse for hours because of you."
