Connor
Edward and I cuddled on the couch with my leg up on an ottoman. The large flatscreen television in front of us was literally from my dreams and the crackling of the wood in the fireplace just added a beautiful atmosphere.
Whoever thought one day I would be talking about 'atmosphere' and cuddling against Edward's chest.
"You see right there," I stopped the video and zoomed into Edward getting tackled, "if you looked to your left you would have seen him."
He let out a sigh then nodded, "I'll make sure to keep that in mind next time."
I looked up to him, "don't say that just to make me happy. Make sure you actually do it Edward. Here as well I almost died here." I fast forwarded the game to the part when he was in the scrum and his foot slightly slipped for a split second. "That would have cost you the game. Were you wearing your new boots?"
"The most spiky ones," he hummed, "I guess it was the wet grass."
