"So, our lil' Stace was quite the cute kid, huh?" Conor reached out, his hands lightly teasing her cheeks. He seemed lost in thought.
Stacey felt a wave of worry. "Cute, me?"
"What's the story with your face?" Conor narrowed his eyes. "Doesn't seem entirely... normal."
Stacey c****d her head. "What do you mean, normal?"
"Like, have you ever been hurt, or... maybe..." His voice dropped to a whisper, his lips barely touching Stacey's ear. "Got some kind of special treatment?"
His voice was smooth like honey, making her heart skip a beat.
Stacey subconsciously shrank back a little, "Stacey doesn't understand."
"Seems like talking to Stace takes a lot of patience." Conor's voice was a low rumble. "Good thing I've got plenty of time tonight."
Stacey blushed.
Damn it!
He was hitting on
