Connor’s POV
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I do know that I seem to be living in my own version of Hell. When I knocked on Wynter’s bedroom door to offer her take out, I hadn’t expected her to be sitting in the middle of her bed in what can only be described as a step up from underwear. The tank top she was wearing gaped just enough to give me a clear view of the red lacy bra underneath, and the tiny shorts barely covered her ass. This was something that I became even more aware of when she pulled open my freezer and bent down to search for something to make us, somehow deciding that my offer of takeout was me passive aggressively telling her she wasn’t doing her job properly.
I ended up holing up in my room, Grace beside me in the middle of my bed, as I balanced my dinner on
