Capture My Heart

The day after

My eyelids fluttered opened and I looked around. I sat up startled. Then realized I was sleeping in Connor's bed. I also realized he wasn't there.

I heard a door open and in walked Connor in nothing but a towel, tied tightly around his waist and he was drying his hair with another towel.

My eyes widened at the sight of him. He had one heck of a body, that was for sure.

"Morning, sleepy head," he grinned as he dried his hair. Then he took the towel and flung it around the back of his neck, holding onto both ends.

"Sleep well?"

I gulped, "y-yes." I could feel my cheeks burn. He made his way over and crawled onto the bed letting his towel open up slightly. My eyes really widened at that.

He chuckled knowing full well, this was making me feel really embarrassed. Then he leaned over and captured my lips with his.

He sat down and looked at me, "you missy need to get dressed."

"Why? I mean yes I know but why?"

"Because I have plans for us today."

"But I don't have any clothes."

"That's why I took the liberty of getting you some. There is a pair of jeans, tee shirt and other items for you."

"You bought me underwear?" I stared at him in shock.

"Did you want to go commando?"

I gave him a look, "um, no."

"Then yes I bought you underwear."

He gave me another peck on the lips and got up to get dressed in the bathroom. I climbed out of bed and walked over to a chair that held the clothes. Wherever we were going, apparently didn't require a fancy dress code. Thank god.

I picked up the clothes and made my way to another bathroom. Why must there be so many bathrooms in one house?

I walked in and closed the door. I set the clothes on the counter and turned on the shower. Once it was warm enough, I climbed into it letting the hot water cascade over my body.

I washed and rinsed then climbed out. I had to admit that shower was quite refreshing and it was nice to have hot water longer than five minutes. I dried off and quickly dressed. I looked around. Great, no hairbrush.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my head as I went back to Connor's room and into his bathroom. I started looking in his cabinet drawers.

"Looking for something or do you always snoop around?"

I stood up and looked at him, "I need a brush."

He walked over and opened a drawer and pulled out a brush and handed it to me.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Next time just ask." Okay that was weird. "What?"

"If I'm suppose to be your girlfriend and you have me spend the night, I'm suppose to ask for a brush?"

"Well, it would be common courtesy, don't you think?"

I stared at him. Why did I feel like I was an intruder? Something was different with him. He wasn't the carefree guy I saw thirty minutes ago.

"Right. I will be sure to remember that next time Mr. Thompson," I said as I set the brush down and walked by him. Right now I didn't want to be here. I felt like I did last night at his parents house. Unwelcome.

I walked over and slipped on my shoes and walked out not saying the a word. Whatever plans he had planned for us, he could count me out. I didn't want to deal with Mr. Grumpy pants.