But when Connor picks me up, I can’t help but glance around the dirt driveway my trailer is on, think about Maverick maneuvering his stupid car over the potholes. Think about him pushing his stupid bowl of food over to me. Think about his hands on my throat. All the stupid bruises he’s left on my body. How can someone be both so brutal and so…kind? Maybe I’m just fucked in the head to think anything he did was kind. I toss Connor a smile and he smiles back, warmth in his gaze. That’s kindness. He’s the type of boy I should crawl into bed with. He wouldn’t even leave a single mark. Tragic.
