As Connor gets dragged to the nearest bar he has never been so glad that he spent the last six months solid, working, as anything that Leilani suggests he is following along like an obedient puppy. He isn’t about to miss out on a single second with her. He will let his bright spark lead the way.
So the eight burst into the near empty bar and start drinking and dancing like it isn’t one p.m on a Wednesday afternoon. The bar owner is quick to snap some photos of the incredibly beautiful people that have stormed his place of business and suddenly the whole bar is full. They are a magnet for others.
Leilani dances hard against Connor, grinding against him as her hands run up through his hair, his nose touches hers as his steel gray eyes are locked tightly on her, their hot breath intertwines
