Chapter 7
I gawked at Connor, his eyes half-lidded, his lips still slightly parted, and his hands hovering above me. He looked like a man deep in l**t. He looked like he wanted me.
But I didn’t know him. The Connor Lee of my childhood was not the same man I saw before me. This man was older, wiser, and more experienced. Plus, I had no way of knowing anything about him other than what he’d told me.
It was sweet of him to show up with cupcakes and coffee, but he acted like he was much more familiar with me than he really was. Like I was someone he knew well, when the truth was we didn’t know each other at all. The first time we’d spoken was only three days ago. And every time I was around him he treated me like he knew me.
But he didn’t.
Before he could say anything, or my teenaged self
