Connor POV
When we reach my bike, I drop her hand and climb on while her words replay in my mind. ‘That will never happen again.' Yeah, it would most definitely happen again. Challenge thrown down. Challenge accepted. She looks at me and it drives me crazy, it drives me calm. My god, I’m at peace when I don’t deserve it. Just being around her feels as if she took a knife to my chest and sliced me open to let my darkness bleed out. Being around her feels like I crawled into myself and confronted my soul. Being around her? It makes me feel n***d, burdens on display, scars ruptured, making everything intense like an open wound. And I had snapped.
I wanted to punish her and kiss her at the same time for the way she was making me feel. That f*****g mouth would be the end of me. I lov
