But with Scarlett Zimmerman, for some reason, he gradually developed a sense of addiction. Sometimes when he hadn't touched her for several days, the craving would become unbearable, and he'd have to bring her over.
"Let's get married sooner, that way we can be together openly," Connor Osborne said, wrapping his arm around the woman next to him, lowering his head to kiss her forehead, his voice still breathless from the vigorous activity.
"Marriage?" Scarlett Zimmerman frowned: "Your grandfather and your mother have no objections, right?"
"What objections could they have?" Connor Osborne gave her a look: "Don't you visit my house? Isn't my mom quite warm to you?"
"But how was your mom to Anna before? Was she warm too?" Scarlett Zimmerman couldn't help but think of Anna Ainsworth, the former young Mrs. Osborne.
