Connor
I didn't really know what to do as I sat on the couch with my hands clasped together. Edward was paging through documents with a very tense expression on his face and I wasn't sure if he wanted me to talk or not.
He could get quite snappy when he was upset. I was too, therefore I knew sometimes the best thing to do would be to shut up. Maybe he needed a moment but then it would look like I wasn't a very caring boyfriend either. How was one a caring boyfriend?
I had to think back to the times I had a girlfriend. They always wanted to talk feelings out and be emotional whilst I preferred fucking my emotions out. That's what always calmed me down when I got too agitated. Crying and sobbing could only go on for so long before you had a stuffy nose.
But what if he wasn't the same? What if he didn't feel like having a good angry fuck when things went bad? It had been nearly two weeks when I thought about it. Actually three weeks! He had discipline that much was for sure.
