Connor Jessup Falling Skies Novels & Stories

Sparks shoot down my spine as he deepens it, his body hard and warm, smelling like soap and that faint cologne he always wears. I kiss him back without thinking, my hands fisting in his shirt, because damn, this feels too good to fight in the moment. Tyler's eyes go wide, pure fury twisting his features. "What the fuck? Shoot him! Release the bullets on that bastard right now!" Everything blurs. In the span of a blink, Connor's no longer pressed against me. I stumble back a step, lips still tingling, trying to catch up. Then I see it—Tyler's feet dangling off the ground, his body lifted clean into the air. Connor's hand wraps tight around his throat, muscles corded with power as he holds my