Chapter 43

JESSIE I push open the door to Conor’s bedroom. The soft glow of the lamplight illuminates the vast space. He hates the dark. As I look over at the bed and his sleeping form, a wave of disappointment washes over me. I was hoping to talk to him about his asshole big brother, but I shouldn’t wake him. I kick off my sneakers and begin to undress when I hear him groan in his sleep as he thrashes his arms. “No,” he shouts and I rush over to him, sitting beside him on the bed. I place my hand on his cheek and he stirs. “Jessie,” he blinks at me. “Sorry,” I whisper. “You were shouting in your sleep.” He rolls his eyes. “Weird dreams.” Then he holds up the duvet. “Jump in, Angel.” “Thanks,” I say with a smile as I hop in next to him and press myself against him. He wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on the top of my head. He smells of expensive soap and fresh sweat and I feel the familiar fluttering in my abdomen as I inhale his scent and press my cheek against the skin of his hard che