CONNOR
I threw myself on the bed, absolutely spent from the day - and, especially, from dealing with my wife.
I had always loved Lily – even before we became mates. Sure, romantic love had blossomed in that moment, but even before, when she was just my best friend’s little sister, I had always been fond of her. Her sass and snarky remarks had always made me smirk, and her kind and gentle heart, which she so rarely allowed people to see, had always managed to make me believe good people still existed.
Sometimes, though, she was really hard to love. Sure, her challenging personality was yet another thing I loved about her, but … damn, it could be exhausting.
It had been a few days since the debacle at my parents’ house, and Lily had been nothing but awful to me. I lost count of all he
