I didn't open my eyes, but I was awake, and I rolled onto my side, too uncomfortable to lay on my back. After a few minutes, I did open my eyes, and sit up to look around. I was by myself on the bed. Shit! Where did Connor go? I stood, and rushed out of the bedroom, calling his name. Once I checked every room upstairs, I ran down the stairs-and found him cooking. I rubbed my eyes. "Someone finally woke up. You hungry?" Connor asked me, turning to look at me after he turned the stove off. Then he smirked when he saw me. I raised an eyebrow at him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" He came closer, and wrapped his arms around me, still smirking. "Did you look at yourself in the mirror?" "No-I was too busy trying not to panic because someone wasn't in bed with me when I woke up." I looked down at myself-and blinked, blushing. I was wearing clothing that wasn't mine. It was one of Connor's black hoodies, and it was so big, it came to a stop right below my knees. "Oh. U-um..." My boyfriend chuckled, and kissed the top of my head, then walked away. "You sit down on the couch, and I'll make your plate, baby." So, I sat on the couch, trying not to think about him changing my clothes in my sleep.