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I flick the stud in my lips. “Are you asking about the ink or the metal?”
He shuffles the duvet, and tugs it out from under our arms before pulling it up to our shoulders. The sweet scent of tea sweet lingers in the air as he leans closer.
“If you show me yours…” The room hushes at his low rasp. Movie forgotten, I turn to him. The hair on my nape rises and my veins buzz as he presses his lips against mine. “I’ll show you mine.”
My eyes flutter closed, my heart thumping when his breath caresses mine.
I’ve kissed Cole a thousand times in my life, in a hundred different ways, but not a single one of them felt this overwhelming. Thisconsuming. His fingers dig into my thigh, the rings chilling my overheated skin even through the layer of my leggings. My mouth parts, his tongue swipes, we mo—
“Mother fuck!”
I jerk back at Axel’s shout.
Porcelain smashes on the hardwood, my mug smashed to smithereens from the force of my elbow hitting it.
I curl my fingers around my jumper sleeves as I spring up. My feet tangle in the duvet, dragging it off the couch. I grab the sofa arm before I tumble to the ground.
My face flames, my chest thumping.
I duck my head.
“I’ll just…” I spin and dart towards the kitchen. “Clean this up.”
Five pairs of eyes burn a hole into my back as I tug doors open and slam them closed.
My search for a dustpan and brush proves fruitless, and with every empty cupboard I come across the air thickens in my throat as fire stokes my body.
“Definitely calling Row Row.” Axel bursts into raucous laughter. “I think the elephant just exploded.”
Chapter forty
Cole • Now
We’ll Be A Dream – We The Kings, Demi Lovato
Come play me your song
There’slessthantwentyminutes between my text being sent and the live room door creaking open.
“Didn’t you ever hear that nothing good happens after two a.m.?”
My lips twitch at Hendrix's husky, sleep-laden drawl.
I roll my head along the back of the couch.
She leans in the doorframe, black chequered pyjama pants hanging loose on her hips and a tight black crop top clinging to her waist. Her hair falls to her waist in a mess of tangled waves. Bare-faced, eyes half-closed, a lazy smile tilts her mouth.
My body sets alight.
“Why are you awake?” she asks, ambling into the room.
Couldn’t stop thinking about your lips on mine.
The urge to kiss her again is overwhelming, but I don't act on it.
I’ve thrown my cards down.
Now, it’s up to her if she wants to play the deck.
