Connor
Edward was just a bitter mess. When I came back to the car he stared out the window when I climbed into the driver's seat. He didn't even react when I gave him the bouquet of flowers I had bought him. He just grunted a thank you then looked back outside.
I wasn't in the mood to be dealing with his arse. He was probably upset I had left him in the car. For a rugby player you'd think he would be greater at keeping his emotions to himself but he was always upset about something.
He probably took a nap and had another dream that I drank his beers. Two weeks back we spent the entire day fighting about it because he wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality. He was just so fucking annoying sometimes.
When we got home, he climbed out of the car first then walked into his house holding his flowers with a frown. I probably picked the wrong colour daisies or whatever bullshit. With a sigh I grabbed the grocery bags and followed after him.
