Wynter’s POV
Connor and I spend the next few days barely interacting, the muscular man seems to leave the room as soon as I enter. Every exchange is awkward and stilted, Grace being passed between us as we both refuse to look at each other.
I’m really starting to worry that he’s building himself up to fire me. I don’t know whether to bring up the kiss we shared, assure him it meant nothing, that everything is fine. Do I apologise again? I mean, the guy has only just buried his wife!
I bite down on my lower lip as I sit in my room again, yes, I’m hiding! The main problem is that despite what I want to tell him, that kiss . . it was amazing.
I can still feel the pressure of his lips against my own, the taste of his tongue as it swept into my mouth, the muted groan as I sank into him.
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