Chapter 4
The entire next day I daydreamed about Connor Lee. The feel of his hands on me, his breath on my face, the desire in his eyes before he leaned forward to kiss me.
And the look in his eyes when he bolted.
It sucked.
If he’d been any other guy I might have gone after him, maybe asked for his number. But with Connor Lee, I knew better. I knew the women he went for. I’d spent years watching him chase the skinny girls, the girls who were half my size, literally in some cases. I wasn’t the woman for Connor Lee, no matter how he looked at me for a minute.
We had nothing in common, so even if, for one fleeting moment, he did think he wanted to kiss me, it wouldn’t last. He was a jock, I was a nerd. He was gorgeous, I was ordinary. He was Connor Lee, I was Riley Williams.
By Monday
