Adele:
For a moment, I could swear his touch sent a spark through me. Heat curled down my spine, while a slow and lingering ache settled in my core.
Wait; What? No. Focus, Adele!
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn around, only to be met with Cole’s sleepy, god-like eyes.
Those eyes.
Deep, hooded, and utterly unreadable, they locked onto me with an intensity that made my stomach flip. His messy hair, the way the early morning light framed his sharp features—everything about him screamed temptation.
And the worst part?
I wanted to stay.
I wanted to climb back into bed, press myself against him, and whisper that I wasn’t leaving—that I needed him to take me again. Harder this time. Slower. Any way he wanted.
But I couldn’t.
Not when it felt like I’d just been caught by Nathan.
