Re: Bringing those new musings... "Until one of us screws this up..."
Conlan mouthed 'me' because clearly if someone was going to derail this love train... but for now, Qiana had moved to straddle him and the Murphy gave her all of his puppy-like attention. "Please don't apologize." Conlan asked her politely, after their most tender of kisses. "Ye didn't do a single thing wrong." He started to gently rub the Irish-Latina's back, particularly around her shoulders where he knew the hairdresser's muscles were tested.
"I worship you but I need to realize it's not fair to try and keep ye all to myself." Conlan confessed, eyes focused upward toward the woman he'd pined so long for. "What can ye see in my eyes now?" he asked semi-serious, because the answer was obvious. Love. However, her spooky PJ clad thighs were pressed against his body, so he wouldn't have been surprised if Tress noticed something different.