Page 73 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

“I couldn’t do it.” He raked his fingers through his hair and ran them down the back of his neck.

“Cole, I don’t—”

“I like you, Sofe. Likereallylike you.”

“Cole, I’m sick. I’m—”

“Shh.” He pressed his finger to my lips. “I know and it fucking slays me knowing that you’re going through this.” He cupped my face, gazing down at me.

“I… I don’t… Aaron…” The words wouldn’t come out properly, not that I knew what I wanted to say.

“I’m going to kiss you now. So if you want me to stop, now is your chance to tell me.”

“I…” My body trembled at his words, his sweet declaration.

Cole was here.

Despite everything, he’d come here… for me.

Slowly, he closed the distance, lowering his face to mine. Giving me time to stop him. But I couldn’t think straight, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this again so badly.” He brushed his lips over mine. Once. Twice. Testing the waters and waiting for me to shove him away.

I didn’t though.

Not this time.

This time, I anchored my hand around his neck and pulled him closer, kissing him back with everything I had.

Cole banded his arms around my waist, and we stumbled into the house. He kicked the door shut behind him, not once breaking the kiss.

“Sofe,” he murmured, flicking his tongue expertly along the seam of my mouth. A whimper rose inside me, slipping free, and then the wall was at my back, Cole caging me in with his body.

“This is a bad idea,” I whispered, fisting his hoodie.

“You’re wrong. I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”

He kissed me deeper, licking his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with my own. I’d never been kissed like this, with such urgency and possession.

With such feeling.

Emotion welled in my chest, making it hard to breathe. This was a bad idea, the worst. But I couldn’t stop myself.

I didn’t want to.

I wanted to drown in Cole Kandon. To let him be my oxygen and life raft. To let him hold me when it all got too much and pick me up when I fell down.

He slowed the kiss, teasing me with little nips and licks. When he finally broke away, he touched his head to mine and smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.” I blushed.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

“You didn’t. I’m glad you came.”

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