Connor’s grin vanishes in a second. “Rose?” She puts a hand to her mouth and quickly spins to the sliding door. Connor jolts to his feet, no longer humored. He sprints out of the pool deck, towards the staircase. Rose darts inside the cabin, where she came from. To go puke, most likely. I can barely process my seesawing emotions, not when Connor runs across the second-floor deck. More concerned about his wife than anything else. He passes me and Daisy without a glance and disappears after my older sister.
stop omg. I LOVE MY CONCERNED HUSBAND. :')
