EJ
From the moment the yacht stopped by the decks I felt my stomach twisted painfully. Connor looked like he was going to a funeral by how grim he looked. He wasn't pleased, anyone could see that and he immediately withdrew from me when I parked the yacht.
I didn't know how he did it. How was he kissing me one moment then acting like the old Connor the next? However I understood now that it was his shield. He meant it when he said he didn't want people to find out he was queer.
Even though I trusted my siblings, I didn't trust my siblings. They could be too much but also balanced. Yet when I saw them on the porch eagerly waving like something out of a horror movie I regretted convincing Connor to give them a chance. I wasn't so sure anymore.
