Page 42 of Cold as Stone
“Come in,” I whisper.
His forehead presses to mine. “I want to. So fucking badly.”
“Then—”
He pulls back just enough to shake his head, gently brushing his thumb across my lips.
“Not like this,” he says. “You’ve been drinking. You deserve better than something you might regret in the morning.”
I swallow, heart thudding. “I wouldn’t.”
He smiles. “Still not happening. But soon, baby. Real soon.”
He kisses me once more, quick and firm, then takes the keys and opens my door.
“Lock up after me,” he says, voice low.
“Text me when you get home?”
He nods, already backing away. “Always.”
I watch him walk down the steps, my heart in my throat. He waits until I’m inside before driving away.
I am insomuch trouble.
10
KYA
Iwake with a dry mouth and a racing heart, blinking against the sunlight that filters through my bedroom curtains. The tequila lingers in my bloodstream like a bad decision—fuzzy, warm, and laced with fragments of last night.
Dancing. Laughter. Lee.
His hands on me. His mouth on mine. The promise in his voice.Soon, baby. Real soon.
I groan and bury my face in the pillow.
The temptation to text him is immediate and overwhelming. I grab my phone from the nightstand and stare at our last messages. My fingers hover over the keyboard.
Kya
Hey, about last night...
Delete.
Kya
I’ve been thinking about what happened
Delete.
Kya
Can we talk?
Too desperate. Delete.
Kya
