Cole:
She kissed me.
I didn’t even see it coming. One second, I was sitting beside her hospital bed, watching her pale fingers twitch beneath the blanket, and the next—her lips were on mine.
I blinked.
My body froze, and for a moment, I thought I imagined it. Hell, maybe the grief or guilt had finally fried something in my brain. But then I looked at her, and she was just there, watching me, steady, like she meant it. Like she didn’t regret a damn thing.
“Adele…” My voice was barely above a whisper, but it cracked anyway.
She looked like she was about to apologize, maybe even pull away entirely. But I couldn’t let her. Not after feeling what it was like to have her lips on mine.
So I leaned in.
And kissed her back.
Her mouth opened beneath mine. My hand cupped her cheek on instinc
