CHAPTER 54

“What—why?” I breathed, my eyes filling with tears.

I turned to look at him. He shrugged, taking a deep breath and looking around.

“Because,” was all he said again.

“No, goddammit, Conor! Tell me why!”

“I wanted it to feel like home,” he finally said. “I wanted you and Milka to have your own spaces, somewhere you could chill. Your dad’s stuff is packed in the garage for when you’re ready to sort through it.”

I swallowed and looked around the room again.

“I wanted you to have a place to be Chloe.”

I spinned into him and grabbed him. I pushed my lips up against his, sliding my hands into his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.

Our lips moved together slowly but firmly. I let my tongue flick against his bottom lip. The simple movement flipped a switch, and the kiss became deeper, his fingers digging into my hips a little harder.

We both stepped back towards the bed at the same time, our feet tangling, and we fell back. He leaned over me, breathing heavily,