Chapter Seven


He pressed his cherry colored lips together, ambitious to find an answer to give. He could have hesitated, yes, but maybe he shouldn't.

"No, I have not." Connor replied casually.

"Do you want to?" Emily took another sip of wine, then set her crystal glass on the table. She stood up confidently and approached Connor.

He looked at her perplexed as if he weren't sure what was happening. Emily pressed the palms of her hands on his chest, leaning in slowly. She bit her lower lip, aware of what she was planning to do. Connor felt warm at the touch and weirdly enough, she could feel his Deviant heartbeat. It must've been a surprise, thus she had never been so close to an Android or per say, Deviant.

She put her knee in between his legs and was mostly testing her balance onto Connor.

"Do you not feel anything right now?" she asked, her voice a little softer than before. Even a bit deeper, Connor noticed. He felt a minor shiver go down his trapezius. How was that even possible?

Emily arched an eyebrow, holding a giggle in the back of her throat. She chewed on her inner cheek.

"I suppose..." Connor replied. He let a good amount of air escape his lungs, but silently, so that she wouldn't notice. And not to mention, there was no escape for him anymore. "Agent Droid, you must have had too much wine." he awkwardly tittered, trying to shift away.

"Oh, have I?" she checked him out, head to...well...

Emily kept in the back of her mind the idea of troubling him. She then came even nearer to his face and he could feel her hot breath.

But there was something funny about this. Even though the Agent was completely aware of the actions she was rubbing in, a small part of her heart jumped too and she was feeling quite sheepish when he looked at her. His eyes seemed so...mysterious.

"Yes, I believe you did." Connor responded. "I can analyze the blood pressure and heart rate just by touching and," he put two of his fingers against her neck to the side of her windpipe, which made her somewhat quiver. "your pulse is really high."

Connor looked her straight in the eyes. He grabbed her by her upper arms and pinned her down onto the couch so that she wouldn't be able to move. Emily gasped when he did so.

He then reached to one of the blankets that lay there, covering her body up.

"You should sleep." he said. "We need you. You need to rest."

Emily, amazed and confused about the circumstances they found themselves into at the moment, laughed. Oh, this time she was amused, but honestly, Emily also laughed to hide her embarrassment and rosy cheeks. Connor focused on her smile.

When she was done, she shook her head. "Connor, may I ask you a personal question?"

"I thought you did." he replied.

"No. Not that." the female lowered her head in addition to her bewilderment but kept her eyes locked onto him. "What are you? Because whatever I do, you always seem to surprise me. So, what are you really? Who are you?"

Connor sighed. "I don't know yet." he sat on the chair across the table. "I'm still trying to figure it out."


A loud noise sounded from the kitchen. Emily, still half asleep, grabbed her robe, pacing around her bedroom contemplating if she should walk out or not, and finally, she decided to take the leap of faith and open her room door. Before doing so, however, she reached to her gun that was hidden in one of the drawers, then continued toward the kitchen.

"Hands up!" she shouted, pointing the gun at whoever was in there. And when she realized, she lowered the gun. "Connor..."

Emily exhaled loudly. "I could've shot you!" she exclaimed. "What are you even doing? I thought Deviants could "sleep" too."

"Well, I was not able to. So I thought I'd prepare breakfast." he responded.

Emily took a look around. "You tried cooking?" she laughed. "God Jesus Christ."

"I seem to need to gain experience though." he held up the spatula he tried to cook with, only it was broken. Emily stared at him in amazement. She really was unable to believe her eyes. Who was this gorgeous man that was standing in her kitchen?

"Okay, just.." she stroked her hair away from her face. "give me ten minutes. I'll do the cooking." Emily walked away, but then quickly returned to him, grabbing his face and pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Try not to burn down my house."

Connor touched the spot her lips touched.

Why was he... feeling like that?