Rose is horrified, and she immediately shuts her eyes. “This is not happening. This is not happening.” She inhales strongly, her collarbones protruding. With his brows knotted in concern, Connor moves quickly, handing me Jane who begins to cry like a banshee. “Connor!” Rose calls, permanently fixed to the grass, refusing to budge, open her eyes, and see the mess on her feet. In seconds, Connor lifts Rose in his arms, cradling her while she tries to exhale normally. More than just destroying a good pair of heels, Rose’s OCD is kicking in. Connor’s lips brush her ear while he speaks fluid
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he's so gentle omggg.
