I wake up in Connor's bed in the private cottage after he took it slow with me this time. I wanted it, to get over my past. The bed is empty but I smell fresh coffee, which is on the bed side table. I take a sip of it, so good. I hear rain against the window, and I finish my cup of coffee. Last night Connor and I went to my cottage to get the rest of my things, because Connor wanted me to be with him for the rest of the week. I got ready for the day, new dance rehearsals for the two new songs which I know will be a hit and that everyone, not even Connor will expect to hear. It will definitely blow people away. I am proud of the songs that I have written this far in my life, I am also proud of the songs that my group has written as well.
I head out to the dance rehearsal room, I am wearin
