Page 98 of The Wrong Bachelor

The roaring sound of clapping and whistling eventually broke through our blissful moment, and I pulled back from Cole. The whole school was cheering us on, and I felt my cheeks warming. I heard a loud snap from above me and looked up to find more tiny red hearts fluttering through the air around us as they fell from the ceiling like confetti.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Cole said, still unable to wipe the grin from his face. The crowd was still cheering around us, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I thought my kiss was the answer,” I replied.

“I want to hear the words, puddles.”

I laughed and shook my head at him. “Fine. You, Cole Kingston, may have one or two pieces of my heart.”

“And what if I want them all?” he asked, as the music started up again and the people around us resumed their dancing.

“Well, you’re going to have to work for them. I don’t just give out pieces of my heart to anyone,” I replied.

The corner of his lips lifted in a cheeky smile. “I guess I’ll have to just steal them then.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You really were the wrong guy to be the bachelor.”

“Maybe, but I’m the perfect guy for you,” he said, before finally closing the distance between us again and giving me another kiss that set my heart, skin and soul ablaze.

There was no arguing with that.

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The End

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