Conall's POV
I sit there with my eyes firmly on my plate until I hear the door click shut behind her. “f**k!” I groan, tossing the fork on the table and pushing the chair back. I take a few seconds to pace the floor, closing my eyes to try and regain my composure.
I lose it every time she’s around, and I’m well aware of it. In fact, I f*****g despise what her presence does to me. One hundred years on this earth, and I’ve never met a woman who does those things to me, who makes me forget what the hell I’m about to say, or who makes me feel so on edge.
I walk over to the fireplace and lean on the mantel with one hand as I stare at the flames.
What the f**k am I going to do about her?
I’ve been racking my brain for days and still haven’t come up with the answer.
How could the moon godde
