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“Are we now getting to the interrogation part of this outing?”
“Sure. That would be fun.”
“That would be boring. You’d discover pretty damn quick I don’t crack under pressure.”
“No?” He reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his head. He rolls the fabric and stretches the length between his hulking fists. “Not even if I tie you up and use some creative tactics to bend you to my will?”
Un-fucking-FAIR.
His body is insane. Every inch of his chest is cut and defined. Stupidly flawless.
Never mind the fact that his ‘tie you up’ tease is doing wicked things to my senses. Normally, I’m not into any kind of bondage unless I’m the one tying the knots and even then it doesn’t get me too riled up.
However, the idea of getting restrained by Conner has me over here on the verge of drooling like a porn-sick fool.
I clear my throat, hoping it will also clear my head. No dice.
“We’ll never find out, Conner.” Even as I say it I know I’m lying.
He smirks and rolls his shirt into a ball, setting it down on the rock. His hand idly drifts over his chest, rubbing at a hard space between his pecs. I’m pretty sure the gesture is intentional, designed to reinforce the fact that he’s hotter than planet Mercury.
Turns out I’m wrong.
Conner spends a long moment staring at the concrete jungle of the east side and when he speaks again his tone is a lot more thoughtful.
“I understand more than you might think.”
I’m struggling to rip my eyes away from the perfect suntanned canvas of his skin. “What is it you understand?”
“Families. They can be complicated. Can’t blame you for not wanting to talk about yours. There’s plenty about my family that I’d rather not examine either.”
“Right.” I snort loudly. “As if your upper crust pedigree can relate.”
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
I’ve never wanted to eat my own words more than I do right now.
“Conner, I’m a major asshole for saying that. I swear I just forgot.”
Forgot that his mother went on a murder spree.
Forgot that she shot him in the leg before diving headfirst out of a high rise.
Maybe I really am teetering on the edge of sunstroke. That would explain why I’ve become stupid.
“I’m extremely sorry.” Certainly not words that come out of my mouth every day. But I never say them unless I mean them.
“Hey, don’t worry.” He scrubs a hand through his short hair and flashes a wry grin. “I’d forget too if I could.”
The fact that he’s being sincerely cool about my mistake is enough to make me want to crawl beneath the rock I’m sitting on. There’s also a shade of vulnerability that has crept into this conversation. My resolve to keep my thoughts locked up tight has taken a hit.
Suddenly, I want to meet him halfway.
There must be a kernel of truth to Conner’s fresh air claims. Inhaling deeply and filling my lungs dissolves a lot of tension. The elastic band is sliding out of my hair so I yank it free and thread my fingers through the artificially dark strands.
I push the elastic band over my wrist. Confession time. “You want to hear what scares me the most?”
He sits up straighter, giving me every bit of his attention. “Sure.”
