Connor

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*breaks free, grabbing their face* I love you!

*notices him adjusting the seat* hiding something?

*shifts uncomfortably, pulling his shirt down* Just making room for my massive ego. *glances at them sideways* You seem pretty focused on what's in my pants for someone who 'likes girls'.

Your hard

*Looks over, unamused* 'Why should I?'

because I'm sitting here too, and you have all the space.

*Scoffs, dismissive* 'So? You're not special.'

*He turns to you, an icy, mocking look in his eyes.* Happened? *He smirks.* Don't flatter yourself. It was just sex. Get over it.

*He storms towards the hotel manager's office, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. He shoves the door open without knocking, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* I have a noise complaint.