“Remember how I said I don’t know who I am and you said I should try to figure it out?”
“Yes …” “Can I try something?”
My mouth is dry. “Ah … yes?”
I’m caught totally off guard when Connor shoves me into the wall. Like the past two times, I go pliant, ready for his anger, that heated glare. But third time lucky, I suppose, because instead of a fist to the face, Connor’s mouth crashes with mine.
— Jun 02, 2025 08:09AM
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