Connor
I let out a heavy exhale as I listened to the sound of dolphins in the background. My eyes were closed as I tried to imagine my perfect manifestation. Me winning the World Cup as captain of my team and being in the hall of fame before I retire then form my own rugby club before being Coach of the national team.
I always used to imagine my vision with Connor getting injured and never being able to use his legs anymore, but if he couldn't he wouldn't be able to bend me about then make me scream. That vision would be on pause until now. The day I got hit with sense then the thing between Edward and I would end immediately.
Not that I even knew what the 'thing' between Edward and I was. It was complicated. I enjoyed his company until he started talking then I would be reminded why I hated him. He was the stupidest, most intelligent person I knew.
Yet he was a genius when it came to the bedroom.
