I snuggled up to Connor as the alarm clock blared on the nightstand. Groggily I opened one eye to look at the awful invention that woke me up.

6:30 am

"Too early," I groaned while smacking the snooze button.

"We do work today," Connor grumbled.

"Let's quit."

"You know we can't do that," he yawned.

He turned toward me, wrapped his muscular arms around my body, and pulled me into to his body.

"And I have class tonight. Today already sucks," I sighed and snuggled into him, "You don't make getting up any easier."

"Go get ready," he said hugging me, then pushing me out of the bed, and pulling the blankets around himself.

"You suck," I said sitting on the floor.

"You love me."

"Sometimes," I mumbled getting up, and shuffling to the bathroom.

I stood in the tub letting the hot water from the shower head run down my back. I felt like shit. Interning like this then class was going to take its toll. As I finished rinsing the soap suds from my body, I wrapped myself up in a fuzzy towel and then my bathrobe. I turned on the radio, and sat on the edge of my bed trying to get somewhat motivated to get ready. Summer vacation was looking better and better, or maybe moving closer to the city.

"I need to find an apartment in the city."

"Why? Paying bills isn't fun."

"No, but I'd be able to sleep in for an extra hour."

"Where do you want to live?"

"Somewhere close to Oakland and downtown."

"Live with me," Connor said from the blanket cocoon he created while I was in the shower.

All I could see was the top of his head.

"What?"

"Live with me. I have enough space, I get lonely there, and I don't plan on leaving you any time soon, so just move in."

"Just like that? Just move in."

"You don't want to?" he peeked out of the blankets looking at me.

"Well, I never thought about living with a man before."

"What were you going to do when you got married?" he laughed.

"I guess move in with him."

"So, move in with me now."

"Are you proposing?" I arched my eyebrows.

He laughed a bit too hard, "Geez thanks, Connor."

"No, I'm not proposing, but who knows what the future holds," he waggled his eyebrows at me.

"Don't do that," I muttered.

"I'm just saying, move in with me. It could be fun," he said.

"I would have to leave mom."

"She's a big girl, she'll be okay."

"I'll think about it."

"Do you mean it or are you just saying that?"

"I mean it. I'll think about it," I sat at my vanity and started drying my hair, "Go get a shower. I'll be ready by time you're done."

"Yes, ma'am," he laughed as he dug himself out of the blanket cocoon.

"And thanks for twisting up my blankets!"

"No problem."

I put the dryer down and thought for a moment. Looking around the room, I wondered what it would be like to not come here to sleep every night, or ever again.

What would it be like to wake up in his penthouse every day? What would it be like to see him all the time and to not wonder when I'd be able to spend another night in his arms?

Shit was getting serious even faster, but it didn't scare me. Much. It was more thrilling than anything. With Connor, I think I was ready for that step. Like he had told me, what other girl would be able to understand his past and see past the fact he wasn't really from this world?

The big problem now was figuring out how to tell mom. I knew she was going to be upset. She hadn't been without me for eighteen years. Would she be able to go from having at least one person in the house with her to none at all? The guilt began to set in, and then the second thoughts. I knew if I kept thinking like that, I was never going to be able to live my life. I was never going to be able to get out and know what else there was besides the old farm house, school, and our town.

Connor came out of the shower with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I would be lying if I said I didn't stare. How could I help myself? He was the epitome of what a man should look like. I sat on my bed, pulling on my shoes and taking in his every feature. No matter how many times I would be with him, or look at him, I could not help trying to memorize his wonderful body. I wanted to know everything from the freckle on his left butt check to the dimples in his smile. Anna was right, he was gorgeous. And he was all mine.

"If we leave now, we can grab some breakfast on the way to work."

Sounds good."

I grabbed my messenger bag, and made sure my books and all the homework I had were tucked inside. The last thing I needed was to forget all the work I'd done. That would definitely show my professors how mature and responsible I really was. I had to beg and plead for them to even agree to let me do the internship. They said I was too young, had too big of a class load, and would never be able to keep up with the work. So, naturally, I had to prove them wrong. And so far I have been.

As we walked out to his car he held my door open. My poor Volvo was getting no love lately.