Connor’s POV
I read over my messages with Wynter, silently cursing myself because I know damn well that I was moving into the realm of inappropriate messaging by asking her about whether she was corrupted. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that the brunette shut me down, because she absolutely should. We have a professional relationship and I should not be making any kind of comment that could be construed as personal.
The problem is, that for some reason, I can’t seem to get Wynter Reed out of my damn head. Every day she’s in my space, I become more aware of her, and when she took herself out on Tuesday for the first of her days off, I was clawing inside at the need to know where she was going. Now she’ll be going again tomorrow and the thought that she is meeting a boyfriend
