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Then my gaze collides with Cole and everything blurs.
His face is bright, eyes alive with wonder as he watches me.
I swallow down the lump in my throat as my heart drops.
I could have had this—this room, this feeling, this love for ten years—and I threw it all away.
For what?
Chapter sixty
Hendrix • Now
Fall For You – Secondhand Serenade
Colemumblesinhissleep, his face rolling on the pillow as blue moonlight seeps through the blinds. Rain patters against the window, a light wind rustling the open curtains.
I shiver but don’t stop my perusing as I trace my nail along the black and grey dragon adorning his skin.
The tattoo is huge. It curls around his shoulders, covers his whole back, then dips into the waistband of his boxers.
I’ve always found body modification attractive. Can’t deny that. But something about Cole's in particular has me feeling all kinds of fluttery things.
There’s so much of him now that I don’t know.
Ink I’ve never seen, metal I never even knew he wanted.
Somewhere along the way, the boy I knew grew into this man I’m only just meeting, and I missed it all.
Tears prick my vision and my hand trembles.
I blink, choking down the lump in my throat.
I kiss his shoulder blade and breathe in the scent seeping off him. It hasn’t changed from the one I remember. I wonder if he’ll still smell the same after another ten years.
The duvet rustles, shifting when he rolls onto his side.
My hand glides along his warm, muscle-hardened skin.
His eyes crack open. “What time is it?”
My chest tugs at his gravelly, sleep-filled voice.
“About two,” I tell him, finding his wrist and curling my fingers around it.
His pulse thumps as I roll my thumb along the inked Hummingbird. “Why are you awake?”
“Can’t sleep.”
He snakes his arm around my back and pulls me into his chest. “You should try.”
“I will.” I press my cheek above his heart and close my eyes.
I relish in every beat as my mind drifts.
“Hey Cole,” I whisper.
“Yeah, baby?”
