Connor
I let out a yawn in complete boredom as I traced random shapes against Edward's denim clad thigh as he read through a stack of papers with complete concentration. It was a strange thing to see him so focused. Of course for rugby he had his moments but it seemed when it came to his money he took more precautions than I thought he was capable of.
Even though I was bored out of my mind it was a lot better than being alone. I guessed for a moment I was allowed to forget that he was my arch enemy and enjoy the fact that he made a suit look good.
"How come you don't wear other things than tracksuits often?" I looked up to him and could not help the small smile on my face when he patted my head.
"They don't look good on me," he grinned, "we're far too big to be restricted."
"Your Dad is a giant and he has a whole brand of them," I chuckled before resting my head against his thigh again.
He hummed and nodded in agreement. "But he is Edward Coleman."
