CHAPTER FORTY
“This is not some sort of joke, is it?” Cole questioned, eyes narrowed slightly as he searched my gaze, probably for a hint of mischief or joke.
“I would never joke about wanting your lips on mine Cole. Unless, of course, you don’t find me attractive enough,” I ran the tip of my tongue over my bottom lips, dragging his gaze to them.
“Now that’s something I can’t say no to,” Cole grinned as he leaned closer to my lips, his movements slow and anticipatory. Even though he was taking his time, building the tension between us, I did not feel any butterflies at all. Before his lips could quietly touch mine, a blow landed on his jaw, making him stagger back and smash into the couple gyrating behind us. A small scream of horror left my lips as Malcom grabbed my hand, his fac
