Connor
"I don't know, do you want me to go back to your place?" I grinned.
He looked at me with a look of complete bafflement before he chuckled, "I had an insult resting on the tip of my tongue but I'll let it go. You flew all the way to France for me therefore I will be kind."
"I like it when you're cute," I brushed my hand against his, our pinkies linking up for just a second before we let go. A shit eating grin on both of our faces as we walked to the private parking at the back.
"Benjamin," I greeted the man seated at the driver's seat. The moment he laid eyes on me it was like his soul had been sucked out of his body.
"Connor, I hope you had a good time." That was code for 'Don't vomit in my car.'
"I had a fabulous time," I grinned. That was code for 'I can't control my stomach'. He let out a sigh then started the car.
