Chapter 9Connor's POV
Sitting in front of the hotel floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of Birmingham, a gentle hand came up at the shoulder.
"Connor ......" the owner of the hand shyly called out to me.
When I turned around, the woman with the wavy blonde hair wrapped around my body like a snake, and she deliberately rubbed me with the exquisite curves of her body, lightly at one time and heavily at another. The hands groped from the shoulders to my neck, and took the initiative to stick out her hot tongue like mine.
At this point, I was inexplicably reminded of my body's reaction when Lydia was sick.
Annoyed, I pushed the blonde sitting on top of me away.
"Get out." I said coldly.
The blonde froze at first, then smiled delicately and walked forward.
I stared at her
