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There are still things we need to talk about, hurdles we’ll have to jump if this is going to become a forever thing. But all that can wait. For now, I just want to relish the feeling of having my girl in my arms again after all this time. “Never been better, Rixie.”
Chapter forty-seven
Hendrix • Now
Stay Away From My Friends – Pierce The Veil
Ipokemyheadaround the living room door.
My chest flutters as Cole makes himself right at home on the couch next to Riley.
He kicks his feet up on the coffee table, snags the remote, and hugs a black mug to his chest while Riley tells him all about the book she’s editing.
I press my fingers to my tingling lips, the imprint of last night's kiss still lingering.
As if he can sense me, Cole peers over his shoulder, and a boyish grin lights up his face—the kind of grin that only leads to trouble.
My heart pounds.
I didn’t mean to kiss him in the studio last night. But the moment I did, I couldn’t stop. Every single thing I’ve felt for him for the last sixteen years crashed against my walls and tore them down one by one.
But the thing is a kiss like that, with a man like Cole Hayes, is never just a kiss.
It’s a promise. A memory.
A lifetime of what ifs?
When Talia interrupted us because our take-away arrived, I was grateful to have a moment to not think about it. But then Cole slipped into the spare room straight after dinner, his phone tucked to his ear with Saint on the other end of the line, I felt adrift.
Two kisses now, and still we haven’t spoken about what any of it means.
Whatwemean.
Clicking heels on hardwood draws my attention.
I inhale a slow breath, twisting my neck as Talia slinks up beside me.
She peers into the lounge, before facing me with a grin.
“He seems like a really great guy, Hendrix,” she says, her voice low and meant only for me. “I like him.”
Me too.
A smile tugs at my lips. “He’s the best person I’ve ever known.”
“I can see that.”
Cole’s head tips back, laughter pouring from him as Riley gestures wildly with her hands. I feel Talia watching me, but I can’t tear my gaze away from the scene playing out in front of me.
Two worlds colliding.
My past, my present, and everything in between.
Talia bumps my shoulder, then drops her head against my bicep.
“I won’t hate you, you know,” she whispers.
I rip my gaze away from Cole and peer down at her. “What are you talking about?”
