Connor
"You're going to give yourself a stroke," I ran my hands down my face feeling a strange form of exhaustion come over me. I knew we had taken a decent nap before what Edward called 'the intruders' came but I didn't feel refreshed at all.
In fact I felt more tired.
Edward had been pacing the length of the yacht like a stressed parent. His hands on his hips and he kept on shaking his head. The yacht was anything but small once you stepped foot on it and the bedroom was an excellent size.
I didn't mind staying on it to be honest. In fact I believed it added to the Caribbean aesthetic. Edward on the other hand didn't like the fact that we were forced into it by his siblings. No one forced anyone to do anything he just couldn't cope without me being in the same room as him whilst we were under the same roof.
"They're so annoying," he grumbled, "they don't know when to quit. No one invited them but there they are busy prancing about like peacocks with their feathers up."
