Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

smile.

I went back downstairs and fixed her a plate of eggs. She came down and sat at the island. I slid the

plate in front of her, and she looked at me with a surprised look on her face. She asked me if I made

everything myself, and I told her that I had. She seemed surprised at the fact that I can cook. I brought

my plate and sat down on the stool next to her. She looked over at me as she took a bite of her eggs,

and with a smirk on her face, she asked me if she had harmed me in any way last night. I wanted to

tell her that I had wished she would’ve, but instead I decided to play with her a bit.

“No, in fact, you put your arms around me, started rubbing my chest, and calling me Peyton. I was

quite turned on.”

The look on her face was amusing. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. She was so damn cute

that I couldn’t help but smile. She knew at that moment that I was joking, and she went to playfully

smack me on the arm. I grabbed her hands before she could hit me and looked at the scars on her

wrist. Our playful mood turned serious as I stared at them for a moment. I dropped her hands, got up

with my plate, and headed towards the sink.

“My scars really bug you, don’t they?” she asked in a serious tone.

“They sadden me, that’s all,” I replied as I put the plate in the dishwasher.

“Why, Connor? I didn’t even know you when this happened. Why would my scars sadden you so

much?” she asked.

I kept my back turned to her as I stared out the window. “It saddens me that someone could think so

little of their life to want to do such a thing.” I know that was the wrong thing to say, and I probably

shouldn’t have said it.

“I told you why I did it, and it wasn’t because I thought so little of my life. I did it to lessen the pain

for my father, and how dare you, Connor Black,” she started to cry.

She got up from the stool and walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t mean to upset her, but I had. I ran

after her, grabbed her, and pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it; I swear I didn’t. I just get sad when I see them because it reminds me

of what you went through,” I whispered in her ear. I regretted every word that I had said. She looked

up at me as I gently wiped away a few tears that had fallen from her eyes.

“It’s ok; let’s just forget about it and head out,” she said.

I put my forehead on hers. “I’m an insensitive bastard.”

She lightly smiled as she whispered, “You’re in luck as I’m quite fond on insensitive bastards.”

My first thought was to kiss her lips. I wanted to feel them against mine, but I had to hold myself

back. It was getting harder and harder each day to control myself with her, especially after last night.

So, I opted for her head instead. I kissed her gently on the head and smiled at her. When the moment

passed, we headed to the Range Rover to start our road trip to Michigan.

I threw our bags in the back as Ellery settled in comfortably. As I started driving, I looked over and

noticed that she was staring at me. She didn’t care that I noticed, because every time I glanced over,

she was still watching me.

“Why are you staring at me?” I grinned.

“I was just wondering about Connor Black, that’s all.”

I sighed and looked back at the road. She wasn’t going to give up until she found out more about

me. I know I need to open up to her, and I will; just not right now. She put her headphones on and

stared out the passenger window. I could tell she was irritated with my response. I tapped her on the

shoulder; she looked at me and took her earphones off.

“Are you going to ignore me the whole way there?” I asked her.

“Are you going to tell me a little bit about Connor Black?” she smiled in a cocky way.

My god this girl was starting to piss me off, but in a sexy way. I sighed and tried to think about

what I should tell her or better yet, where I should start. She turned her head and put in her

headphones again. I was not about to be ignored by her, especially for the next 10 hours because she’s

too damn stubborn to respect my privacy. I reached over and yanked out one of her headphones.

“Hey, what the hell, Connor?”

“Take those things out you stubborn girl, and I’ll talk,” I smiled.

She knew she won, and I bet she did it on purpose. There was no getting around not telling her

something about me or else she would make me suffer. I started with the story about my twin brother,

Collin and how he died when he was seven years old from a virus that attacked his heart. After I was

finished explaining the story about Collin, I told her about Cassidy and her son Camden. I explained

how Camden is autistic, and that he’s the reason my company and I are involved with the charity for

autism. She gave me a sympathetic look as she put her hand on my shoulder and started rubbing it. She

cared; I could see it in