Chloe straightened up and glanced towards the door.
Their eyes locked, and it felt like time itself had frozen.
She hadn’t seen him since coming back from Eldridge City, and that was over two weeks ago.
Chloe noticed that Connor still looked composed. Her voice was steady, emotionless. “Aren’t you supposed to be drunk?”
Connor stood tall in the doorway. His features were cool, his gaze clear—not at all like someone who had been drinking. But there was a flush on his cheeks. Against his skin, it oddly made him look kind of cute.
Connor walked in. He glanced at the suitcase on the floor, his voice turning icy. “Where are you planning to move?”
Chloe had never thought about moving away. She was just packing for a trip to Paris tomorrow. But she didn’t feel like explaining anything to Connor.
“That’s none of your business.”
Ignoring Connor, she turned and walked into the closet, continuing to pack her clothes. Just as she stepped out, she bumped straight into Connor’s chest. He stood in the doorway like a mountain, his gaze intense as he looked at her.
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