We ate quietly for a moment.
He kept looking at me every few minutes, making me feel flustered. I tried to busy myself by attacking the steak.
"I'll do the dishes," I offered.
"No way. You're my guest. Go sit down, and I'll take care of the rest," he waved his hand dismissively.
"Nope! I'm helping," I insisted.
"Must you argue with me about everything?" he chuckled.
"I must," I said.
I started to soak the dishes in soap and water and got to work. I tensed as I felt his warmth behind me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pressed against me. I thought about protesting, but instead, a soft moaning sound came out of my mouth as he kissed my neck. What's wrong with me? Why am I reacting this way?
"What are you doing?" my voice shook.
"I am wooing you. Is it working?" Connor said
