“I think I can live with that,” I said. “And your snoring.”
“I do not snore!” Connor reached out and half-heartedly threw a cushion at me. “You and Taylor are such assholes. He said the exact same thing the last time I stayed with him.”
“Was that the night he snuck out to see Simon?”
“Ugh, yes, and I will never get over having to imagine him puking just so I didn’t get hard listening to the live porno happening on the other side of the wall.” Connor giggled, shaking his head, and I couldn’t help chuckling with him. Taylor was Connor’s best friend, and the last time Connor had stayed with him in London, he’d still been dancing around things with his roommate, Simon. Apparently, Taylor had snuck out of bed to see Simon in the middle of the night and had come back the next morning to find Connor awake and armed with questions. It had ended in some sort of love confession, and Connor said he took at least sixty percent of the credit for their relationship because he’d forced Taylor to confront his feelings. I could definitely believe Connor had poked poor Taylor with questions until he’d given in. He was good at that.
“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that here,” I said, then quickly added, “I think we’re the only ones staying on this side of the house. At least tonight anyway. I know most of the rest of the family are staying in the cottages.”
Connor grinned and opened his mouth to say something, but then I heard a warm, familiar voice calling from the bottom of the stairs, a teasing note in her tone.
“Patrick, are you gonna bring your boyfriend down, or do I have to come and extract you?”