CONNOR POV
She had claimed me.
There was no other way to say it. No softer way to make sense of what had happened in that shower.
Grace had made me come apart like no one ever had. Not just with her mouth or her hands, but with the quiet certainty that she wanted me. That she wasn’t scared anymore. That she had chosen to touch me, taste me, own me.
It wrecked me.
My legs almost gave out when it happened. My lungs burned like I had been running for miles. And when I looked down at her afterward, her lips swollen, eyes glassy, chest rising fast, it hit me how completely she had undone me.
Every scar, every muscle, every ounce of control I’d ever built meant nothing.
Because she had claimed me.
And I wasn’t sure I would ever recover from it.
The room was quiet except for the water st
