Don't ask how Annabelle managed to end up in his lap, the explanation might make people who are less flexible wince.

So, Connor has a lapful of girlfriend, her face pressed into his neck, just...being here, with him. She's breathing in his scent, feeling his pulse against her cheek, just soaking in his presence.

Life has not been kind to her where those she loves are concerned. Deep down, she's afraid that this won't, can't, last. Because this isn't something she's meant to have, right? Not to keep, anyway....