Connor’s POV
Wynter scrambles to do as I tell her, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches down, and grips the hem of her top before pulling it over her head revealing to me that yet again, she isn’t wearing a f.ucking bra.
I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek just to stop myself from lunging at her, does she even have a clue just how much she affects me? And then I find out she’s walking around like this?! I don’t know whether to suck them into my mouth, or turn her over and s***k her over the thought of her even opening the door to a delivery guy like this. No-one, and I do mean No-one, gets to see my Angel like this other than me, anyone who so much as tries to imagine her n*****s through her t-shirt is likely to lose their sight with the way I’m feeling over her.
I stan
