Chapter Eight
Belle's POV
I woke up to the rumbling noise of someone getting their pants on? A t-shirt maybe?
I opened my eyes to see Connor putting on some dark jeans noisily. "Where are you going?" I asked, holding a laugh in as he jumped from my voice.
"Don't do that! You scared me. I'm just going to a meeting, babe. You don't need to be there, although you can come if you like." He smiled, leaning down and kissing my forehead after he had pulled on his tight jeans.
"I'll stay, maybe take a trip round the house, meet some people or something. I can't be bothered to be in your boring meeting, sorry babe." I said, before stretching my limbs making them crack.
"You should take a shower, you stink." He said, before sticking his tongue out at me.
"So do you but I didn't complain, loser." I copied his actions.
"Whatever." He said, laughing. "Anyways, I'm gonna get going now, babe. Love you." He bent down and swiftly kissed my lips before heading out the door.
Shower, then outside.
