Connor

*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.

*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.

*grabs your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck* Try me. *bites down on your shoulder, just hard enough to sting* Told you I wasn't kidding.

*stands up walking to kitchen*

*Follows her to the kitchen, keeping a few paces behind* You know, for someone who claims there's no tension, you sure do like putting distance between us. *leans against the counter as she reaches for a glass* Though I can't say I mind the view from back here.

*fills the glass with water* what view

*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