Page 47 of The Ranger
“Her boyfriend told her to stop talking.In front of all their friends.”Cole drops his cutlery.“Who does that?It’s very disrespectful.”
I snort.“You must think I’m rude, then.”
I’ve been nothing but snarky and rude since the moment I told him I’m pregnant, yet it seems tomostlyroll off his back.
Yes, I do it even more to get a bite, but he’s Scarlett-proof.
“Not answering that.”Cole takes my plate and takes them both to the kitchen.
When he plonks back on the sofa and lays a hand behind me on the cushions, I sink down.Placing a hand on my belly, I ignore the thoughts I have every week.And fail.
This feels like he’s mine.
Why does he sit so close?
I could just lean a little and he’d be hugging me.
There’s an armchair, but he never sits on it.
What if...
Thursdays are the best, and worst, day of my week.They confuse me, and after crossing the line twice in the past week, this week is even harder.
Knowing these are the last few Thursdays, I feel somber.
“You don’t have to stay,” I whisper, hoping he’ll stay.
“The show is on.Be quiet,” Cole says, and I feel his hand brush over my hair.
The warmth of his body and the hum of the TV lull me into a dozy state.My head falls to the side, and Cole shifts to wrap his arm around me.
This is wrong.
But I don’t stop him.
Just as I don’t every Thursday.
I hate Thursdays.
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WHEN I WAKE, my bladderis bursting, and I’m in bed naked.
Oh, god.
Not again.
