GRACE POV
I had never seen him like this.
Connor, my mountain of a man, hovered above me like he was made of iron and trembling breath at the same time. His muscles were straining, his jaw tight, the corded lines of his arms locked on either side of my head.
But it was his eyes that did me in.
Blue. Burning. Unsteady.
Like he wanted to devour me, worship me, and run from me all at once.
No one had ever looked at me like that.
Like I was something holy.
Something dangerous.
Something he was terrified of losing.
His forehead pressed to mine, and for a moment the world narrowed to the sound of our breathing. Mine was shaky, uneven. His was rough, dragged through fire.
His pulse thundered—I could feel it where his chest hovered over mine, thudding fast, almost frantic. And the stran
