Connor’s POV
It’s Tuesday, f.ucking Tuesday, which means Wynter is off somewhere I don’t know where, with who the f.uck knows who, whilst I sit here in my damn apartment trying not to watch the clock until it chimes four pm and she comes home.
Grace squeals loudly from the activity chair Hali and Gage bought her, slamming her fists onto the keyboard built into the tray in front of her as he bounces on her feet excitedly. Different songs blare from the toy, just a few notes before it changes again as she hits the brightly coloured keys.
My eyes stray to the clock again, eleven thirty, f.uck me, that’s all it is? I swear it’s nearly four, it been hours since the brunette left Grace and I on our own.
I pick up my cell, scrolling through to Wynter’s name, hovering my thumb over the contact
