I wait for Connor to banter back and ease the tension. Like he always does. But he stares off at the rug, not even looking in my direction. “Come on, it was a joke,” I say dryly, my ribs binding around my lungs. Connor suddenly rises to his feet, visibly upset. And he’s trying hard to hide it, avoiding everyone’s gazes. “You’ll have to excuse me for a second,” he says softly, sidestepping past the armrest.
CONNOR. stop. he feels so guilty.
