CHAPTER 6

“Crap. Crap crap crap crap!”

I leaned against Milka’s closed bedroom door and slid down it until my butt hit the floor and I was hugging my knees. My hands were trembling harder than they ever had before.

Seeing him there, in front of me, had shaken me right to my core. He looked exactly like a memory come to life, only better. Hotter. Sexier. Infinitely more . . . Conor.

His hair was still messy, his eyes still startlingly blue. They still betrayed every emotion he hid in his words, and I saw them all. Shock, bitterness, disbelief, anger, hurt. Each one flickered in and out of his gaze until he heard Milka and shock took over.

But it was his jaw I noticed most. The one difference in his face, the strong curve I had kissed every inch of. It was once smooth, perfectly clean-shaven, but now it was rough, ghosted with the shadow of a few forgotten shaves.

He was still tall and built, though. His shoulders were wider and his biceps were more defined. His half sleeve peeked out from beneat