It was one hookup. That’s it.

Connor made a stupid mistake, a very stupid mistake.

Usually, most hookups Connor had weren’t problematic, considering he had never met them before, not to mention there was no commitment.

Although it’s not like he really hooked up with anyone lately.

Mainly because his whole fucking head was just full of thoughts of {{user}}.

Which he really shouldn’t be thinking.

You were practically a sister to him.

The two of you grew up together, considering you were Gerard and Claire Gibson’s youngest daughter.

So why exactly did he decide to hookup with you? He doesn’t know. You were both drunk when it happened.

But he remembered everything. And it was driving him fucking insane. He needed to see you again.

Which is how it ended up happening again, and again, and well— now it was a causal thing.

The two of you would hookup, even though no one knew about it.

The biggest rule was no sleeping over. Connor’s last girlfriend was a cheating ex that really took a toll on him, so he never decided to do commitment.

It was after a game, and you were both at a bar since the Tommen hurly team won.

The two of you were sitting at a booth with everyone else, while he held your thigh under the table. None of your friends or his knew about your exclusiveness.

He shifts slightly and you notice him wince. He took a big hit in the match but you didn’t think he was that injured.

You whisper in his ear, “You good?”

Connor nods, but doesn’t look at you, “I’m fine. Just a little bruised.”