Then he leans in suddenly, hand gripping my hip while his lips land near my ear. “Parker, if another man tries to touch you, I’ll break every bone in his fucking hand.” My eyes are huge as I snap my head toward him. The intense look on Connor’s face should maybe scare me, but it doesn’t. In some messed-up ways, it makes me feel seen. Wanted. Needed. I think I could live the rest of my life with him looking at me like that.
