Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23 A GRIN BURST onto my face when Connor stepped out of the taxi, and my feet left the ground as I threw myself into his arms and hugged him as tightly as I could without wincing. “Feeling better, babe?” I buried my face in his neck. “I am now,” I said, my words muffled. He dropped a soft kiss onto my hair. “Me too,” he whispered. The taxi driver cleared his throat behind us. “That’ll be forty-five quid, mate.” Connor had gone back to the States with one small suitcase, but now he unloaded two large ones from the boot of the car. The sight of them made my heart jump. “That’s a lot of stuff.” “I’m planning to stick around for a while.” The instant we got in the front door, the luggage was forgotten as Connor’s lips landed on mine. He pushed me back into the wall, and I rubb
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