“Connor, I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”
“It isn’t an excuse. I need to pay more attention.”
“I’m right here.” I grabbed his hand. “I forgot to eat lunch because I was too busy watchingyouwork.”
“What?”
“I mean…have you seen yourself? You’re Connor fucking Easton.”
“Does that mean something?” he laughed.
“It has since you punched that smug bastard in the face for me.”
“I swear I’m not trying to be an ass to you. I’m just fucked up.”
“We all are.” I shrugged with a small smile.
“I ruined this date.”
“You redeemed yourself.”
“Ah, the pity.” He rolled his eyes.
“I thought this was a pity date.” I blushed.
“Emma.”
“What else was I supposed to think?”
“That you’re the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and I didn’t know how to ask you out,” he smirked.
I’ve stopped breathing. I’m going to die. Right here in the middle of the park. Death by words.
“You okay?” Connor nudged me.
“Yes,” I exhaled slowly.
“I’ll compliment you all day if that’s your reaction.”
“That means you’ll have to use your words.” I laughed.
Leaning in, he whispered, “I can be good with my words sometimes.”
Clenching my thighs together, I took a shaky breath. His breath hit my neck. Goosebumps formed throughout my body as a shiver went down my spine.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Of course, since I had no brain cells left, I did so without question. His eyes looked heavy as he looked at me, more so at my lips. Swallowing, I leaned closer. “Let me hear them then.”
His thumb pushed my lip down, sliding down my chin until he placed his hand softly on the side of my neck. “I have a better idea.”
His lips meet mine, slow at first and then faster, greedier. Like he was hungry for something, and that something wasluckily me. Finally my brain decided to catch up. Grabbing his side, I held onto his shirt, a small moan falling out for him to swallow in our kiss. He shifted his hand from my neck to the back of my head, tangling his fingers through my hair until he pulled roughly, causing me to yelp.
A loud noise pierced the air, a noise I really didn’t want to hear right now. Ripping away from Connor, I tried to catch my breath and grab my phone at the same time, but my hand was a little shaky, and I almost dropped it. Connor reached for it, looking down and seeing that it was my Dexcom app telling me that my blood sugar was too low. I didn’t eat my salad before we decided to leave the restaurant, and the last thing I ate was the salad I had for lunch when I almost passed out the first time today. How the fuck is this happening to me twice inoneday when I had gone months without having an issue and kept everything in check?
Lifting my shirt, I tried to pause my insulin pump, but my vision was becoming blurrier by the minute. I was a dumbass.
“Hey, stop, what do you need me to do?” Connor asked softly.
