Connor
"My dad asked me over for dinner," Edward sighed as threw himself on the couch after practice. I had arrived home first and him after me. My body was aching so much that from the moment I sat down in the living room I was unable to stand up.
Everything hurt. Down to my finger and I started to wonder if it was age starting to knock on the door. I could come back from practice and still take a jog in the afternoon. Now I could barely move. But then again I believed the major cause of this was the very man seated on my couch scratching his bum.
"Are you listening to me?" Edward flipped onto his stomach so that it was in contact with the couch.
"Does your body hurt?" I frowned.
He blinked then smiled, "you look really handsome today. You've always been but my. I'm one lucky man ain't I?"
"Edward, does your body hurt?" I stressed.
