Fuckboy
"No, I just-"
"That's what you're making it sound like."
Connor lightly pushed me off of his lap, feeling like he needed a drink as well. I crawled behind him, trying to fix my mistake. "Baby, no, that's not it."
"Am I really that horrible of a person, that you need to be hammered to even consider having sex with me?"
I tried to explain that it wasn't that, but Connor wasn't finished asking questions.
"What's really the issue, Elizabeth?"
I sat there, my legs crossed and hands resting in my lap, showing my vulnerability. "I'm scared." Connor sighed, rubbing his face briefly with his hands. He looked through his fingers at myself now looking down at my hands.
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