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“You shouldn’t even be here. You’re too busy to be wasting your days with me.”
His mouth curves at one side. “Never ever too busy for you, Rixie Moore.”
Iknow.
Cole has—and always will—put me above everything else. Before his own wants, his own needs. Before his friends and his family. He’s shown me that more times over the last four years than I can count. But that’s the problem.
That kind of choice only leads to resentment down the line.
I’ve spent my entire life learning that.
And I can’t be the reason that another man I love loses his dreams because of for me. If that happens, a day will come where he’ll realise I’m the wrong choice and I'm not ready for that day.
I’ll never be ready for the day he looks at me with anything other than love in his eyes.
I cup his cheek and bring his mouth to mine. “I love you.”
“Always and forever?”
I crash my lips against his, memorising the feel of his face beneath my hands. “And even after that.”
Chapter forty-six
Cole • Now
Ohio Is For Lovers – Hawthorne Heights
Hendrixswingsontothedriveway of a three story, semi-detached brown brick house.
Engine idling, she taps her fingers along the steering wheel in time with the drum beat echoing through the tiny tin can she calls a car. Her eyes narrow as she stares out of the window.
I follow her gaze, spying a twitching curtain.
I’ve only met Riley once, but she doesn’t seem the type to be all that bothered about poking her head out the window and getting a glimpse of who’s outside.
“Are we about to be bombarded?” I turn to Hendrix with a grin.
Air hisses from her as her lips twist. “Quite possibly.”
“Well, then.” I shove the door open. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“We can just turn back around…”
I spin to face her, hiking a brow. “And spend another four straight hours in this thing? Get fucked.” Pins and needles shoot up my legs as I unfurl myself from the car. I slap my hand against the metal top, wincing. “Never again getting inside this little cramped box.”
She slides out of the driver’s seat, all fucking grace. “Don’t be a baby. Plus, we have to somehow get home—” Her eyes widen and she clears her throat. “Getyouhome, later.”
“Uh-uh.” Fucking fireworks explode in my stomach.
She avoids my gaze, her cheeks stained red as she reaches into the backseat to grab her bag. She hooks it over her shoulder, keys jangling in her hand.
I don’t bother hiding my grin as I shove my hands in my pocket and follow her.
She steps onto the small step, pushing her key into the lock. The green door swings open before she can turn it.
Hendrix shakes her head, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips when Riley steps into view.
Riley’s fingers wiggle at her sides, and Hendrix taps them with the back of her hand.
