the conversation I heard earlier, but we were heading out in
a while, and I didn’t want to upset him.
“So,
did I harm you in any way last night?” I asked.
He
looked at me and frowned. “No, in fact, you put your arms around me, started
rubbing my chest and calling me Peyton, I was quite turned on.”
My
mouth dropped until he smiled and I knew he was joking. I went to smack him as
he laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them rubbing my scars and looking
straight into my eyes. The atmosphere was no longer playful as it turned serious.
“My
scars really bug you don’t they?”
He
let go of my hands and stood up, taking his plate to the dishwasher, “They
sadden me, that’s all.”
“Why
Connor, I didn’t even know you when this happened. Why would my scars sadden
you so much?”
He
kept his back turned to me, “It saddens me that someone could think so little
of their life to want to do such a thing.”
That
comment hurt me deep down to my core, and I wanted to break down and cry. He
stood staring out the window with his hands on the counter.
“I
told you why I did it, and it wasn’t because I thought so little of my life. I
did it to lessen the pain for my father, and how dare you Connor Black.”
Too
late, the tears started falling; I left the kitchen. He came after me and
grabbed me pulling me into him as he held me.
“I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean it, I swear I didn’t. I just get sad when I see them
because it reminds me of what you went through.” His voice was sincere, and I
could tell he regretted saying what he did.
I
looked up at him, “It’s ok, let’s just forget about it and head out.”
He
gently wiped my tears and put his forehead on mine, “I’m an insensitive
bastard.” He sounded wounded and broken. Those words were from pain, and I
wanted to know what happened in his life to make him this way.
I
put my hand on his firm chest, “You’re in luck; I am quite fond of insensitive
bastards.”
He
smiled and kissed me on the head, “Let’s go.”
We
took the elevator to the garage and set out on our road trip to Michigan.
The
Range Rover was comfortable and I had an easy time settling in my seat with my iPod
in hand. I looked over at Connor; his seat was slightly leaned back. He had one
hand on the steering wheel, and his other arm was resting on the console in the
middle. The way he drove was sexy, and I could not help staring at him. Everything
this man did was sexy even when he tried to control me.
He
looked over at me. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I
was just wondering about Connor Black, that’s all.”
He
sighed and looked back at the road. I looked out the window and put my
headphones in. I pressed play and started singing as we merged on the U S 1-9.
Connor tapped me on the arm. I took out my headphones and looked at him.
“Are
you going to ignore me the whole way there?” He asked.
“Are
you going to tell me a little bit about Connor Black?” I smiled in a cocky way.
He
sighed and shook his head. I could tell I was pissing him off, so I put my
headphones back in. He yanked the headphone out of my ear, “Hey, what the hell
Connor?”
He
laughed, “Take those things out you stubborn girl and I’ll talk.”
I
knew I’d win; I always do, but if it got to be too much for him, I would tell
him to stop.
“My
sister’s name is Cassidy, and I had a twin brother Collin.”
I
gasped as my eyes widened, “How the hell could you not tell me you were a
twin?”
He
sighed and took a hold of my hand, “Are you going to ask a million questions or
are you going to let me finish?”
I
twisted my face contemplating what to say, “Ok, I promise not to ask any
questions at all, go ahead.”
“Are
you sure?” He seriously asked.
I
shook my head and made the zip my lip motion across my mouth. He smiled and
continued; “Collin died when he was 7 years old from a virus that attacked his
heart.” I swallowed hard. I wanted to throw my arms around
a while, and I didn’t want to upset him.
“So,
did I harm you in any way last night?” I asked.
He
looked at me and frowned. “No, in fact, you put your arms around me, started
rubbing my chest and calling me Peyton, I was quite turned on.”
My
mouth dropped until he smiled and I knew he was joking. I went to smack him as
he laughed and grabbed my wrists, holding them rubbing my scars and looking
straight into my eyes. The atmosphere was no longer playful as it turned serious.
“My
scars really bug you don’t they?”
He
let go of my hands and stood up, taking his plate to the dishwasher, “They
sadden me, that’s all.”
“Why
Connor, I didn’t even know you when this happened. Why would my scars sadden
you so much?”
He
kept his back turned to me, “It saddens me that someone could think so little
of their life to want to do such a thing.”
That
comment hurt me deep down to my core, and I wanted to break down and cry. He
stood staring out the window with his hands on the counter.
“I
told you why I did it, and it wasn’t because I thought so little of my life. I
did it to lessen the pain for my father, and how dare you Connor Black.”
Too
late, the tears started falling; I left the kitchen. He came after me and
grabbed me pulling me into him as he held me.
“I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean it, I swear I didn’t. I just get sad when I see them
because it reminds me of what you went through.” His voice was sincere, and I
could tell he regretted saying what he did.
I
looked up at him, “It’s ok, let’s just forget about it and head out.”
He
gently wiped my tears and put his forehead on mine, “I’m an insensitive
bastard.” He sounded wounded and broken. Those words were from pain, and I
wanted to know what happened in his life to make him this way.
I
put my hand on his firm chest, “You’re in luck; I am quite fond of insensitive
bastards.”
He
smiled and kissed me on the head, “Let’s go.”
We
took the elevator to the garage and set out on our road trip to Michigan.
The
Range Rover was comfortable and I had an easy time settling in my seat with my iPod
in hand. I looked over at Connor; his seat was slightly leaned back. He had one
hand on the steering wheel, and his other arm was resting on the console in the
middle. The way he drove was sexy, and I could not help staring at him. Everything
this man did was sexy even when he tried to control me.
He
looked over at me. “Why are you staring at me?”
“I
was just wondering about Connor Black, that’s all.”
He
sighed and looked back at the road. I looked out the window and put my
headphones in. I pressed play and started singing as we merged on the U S 1-9.
Connor tapped me on the arm. I took out my headphones and looked at him.
“Are
you going to ignore me the whole way there?” He asked.
“Are
you going to tell me a little bit about Connor Black?” I smiled in a cocky way.
He
sighed and shook his head. I could tell I was pissing him off, so I put my
headphones back in. He yanked the headphone out of my ear, “Hey, what the hell
Connor?”
He
laughed, “Take those things out you stubborn girl and I’ll talk.”
I
knew I’d win; I always do, but if it got to be too much for him, I would tell
him to stop.
“My
sister’s name is Cassidy, and I had a twin brother Collin.”
I
gasped as my eyes widened, “How the hell could you not tell me you were a
twin?”
He
sighed and took a hold of my hand, “Are you going to ask a million questions or
are you going to let me finish?”
I
twisted my face contemplating what to say, “Ok, I promise not to ask any
questions at all, go ahead.”
“Are
you sure?” He seriously asked.
I
shook my head and made the zip my lip motion across my mouth. He smiled and
continued; “Collin died when he was 7 years old from a virus that attacked his
heart.” I swallowed hard. I wanted to throw my arms around
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