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God, I could kiss him right now.
We stay staring at one another.Not a slither of sass between us, just total appreciation.
Suddenly, I yawn.
“Let me get you into bed.”Cole leaps to his feet.
I hold up a hand.“No.God no.Look how that turned out last time.”
He helps me to my feet despite my resistance, and when I glance up, those gorgeous blue eyes are bearing down on me while his hand settles on my hip.
“I said I didn’t regret that.”
“Please don’t confuse things.It’s been an emotional day.I’m weak.”I shake my head.
“Scar, what if—”
“Do you love me, Cole?”
He swallows and stays silent.
I shake my head.
“Then, no.”I pat his insanely muscular chest and push past him.“Go home.See you on Thursday.”
As I walk through the house, I hear the click of the front door.A different kind of tear falls down my cheek this time, and I don’t stop it.
Because while I’ve tried to hide these feelings from everyone, including myself, for months, the truth is, I think I am in love with Cole Zimbardo.
And I don’t think it has anything to do with hormones.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
COLE
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