Connor’s eyes darkened.
He’d been down this road before, only to find out it led nowhere. But when he tried to turn back, he realized Chloe had blocked all the exits. Connor felt completely powerless. His head drooped suddenly, coming to rest on Chloe’s shoulder. “If you don’t want to listen to me, I can’t force you,” he said softly, “but please, if you ever feel in danger or something doesn’t seem right, come find me.”
This time, Chloe didn’t snap back. She sensed the exhaustion in Connor. Deep down, she knew his intentions were sincere. But she refused to become anyone’s weakness, and she wouldn’t let herself be a weapon that Claire could use against Connor. So, she decided to cut all ties with him. From now on, they’d be strangers.
He leaned against her shoulder like a big, tired child. Chloe’s hands, which had been clenched tight, were now released. She stood stiffly, not moving at all. She didn’t push Connor away. The cool scent of his cologne filled her nose. Chloe had never seen him this worn out before. It was like he could barely stand.
“Hold me, please?” Connor murmured into her ear. Chloe didn't move. “Just one last time,” he added, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading.
At that moment, their bodies were so close they could feel each other’s warmth. That familiar temperature and heartbeat seemed to seep through their skin and straight to their hearts, spreading like an electric current through their limbs.
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