Claire’s POV
Connor doesn’t look away. He leans in a fraction, one hand braced on the mattress beside my hip. The space between us shrinks until I can feel the heat coming off his body.
His voice drops low in a way that sends a shiver straight down my spine.
“If you’re leaving with me, Claire, then I need to know what you’re leaving as.” He pauses, eyes dropping to my mouth for half a second before coming back up. “Are you coming with me as my girlfriend?” Another beat. His hand moves closer on the blanket, not quite touching me. “Or are you coming with me as a wife?”
The question hits me square in the chest. My heart kicks hard against my ribs. I open my mouth and nothing comes out at first. Then a short, shocked laugh escapes because that’s the only sound I can make that doesn’t soun
