“You don’t look comfortable,” he said. “I’m grand.” Conor let out a grunt and stood. Before I knew what was happening, he’d picked me up and settled me onto his lap in the armchair. I froze for the longest moment before relaxing against his shoulder. Fuck, he was warm and smelled so good. I never wanted to get up. I’d miss this when he actually bought a couch. He curled his arm around me. “Not a word,” he said.
