I wake up still in Connor's arms on the yacht, I look up at him, he is already awake. His laying on his back, his arm under my head as a support.
'Napped well?" he looks at me with a little smile.
'Yes, sorry I fell asleep" I say shyly.
"No need to apologize, there is still the rest of the day, How are you feeling?"
I think back to our s****l moment, it was great, but then my mind drifts off to what had happened years ago, the images always played in my mind, either during having s*x or after, and I would get nauseous and throw up. Every time it happens, I have to try so hard to erase the images from my head. In that moment, I'm still thinking of what happened, those disgusting nights.
"Leah, you okay?" Connor brushes his thumb over my chin, I realize that I didn't answer him, I fee
