We eventually finish our drinks and food, laughing and occasionally passing a flirt across. Which was mainly Conor, no lies.
He sweeps me swiftly off of my feet and walks me home, I snuggle into his warm chest and most possibly fell asleep.
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I woke up, on the couch. Was that a dream? I don't know, but then Conor comes along and sits on the couch at the other side and I go to sit on his lap, "You look cute when your sleeping, sorry if it sounds like a pervert." Conor said, adding his cute laugh at the end and doing that funny smile he does. Me being me, I start laughing really loud making Conor laugh as well.
"Are your arms broken from carrying me?" I ask, through laughter. "No. You are very light." Conor says, again giggling
