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"Stop." I laughed, but I was just buzzed enough to let the fantasy swirl in my mind.

As we got off on our floor we did a few more hip bumps down the hallway to our place. "Who lives across from Colder?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. He rarely comes out of there whenever I'm around. Quiet type and keeps to himself."

"Hmm."

"C'mon. No more thinking, observing, or figuring stuff out tonight. Sleep."

"Sleep sounds nice." I gave her a sloppy hug and and went down the hallway to my room. My purse buzzed as I got inside.

Colder:

Making sure you're home safe.

I smiled at my phone. I couldn't remember the last time someone checked up on me who wasn't a blood relation.

I’m home. Hope to see you tomorrow.

Colder:

You will. Oh, and I’ll be dreaming about you tonight in those heels.

And nothing else?

Colder:

Not a thing.

I sat down on the side of my bed. I’d had just enough tequila to make me bold. I slipped out of my dress and set my phone on my bedside table, then crossed my legs to show off the heels.

I wasn’t sauced enough to be completely stupid, so I just cropped out my legs from the photo and sent it to him.

Colder:

Warn a guy. Fuck.

Night.

Colder:

Better night now. See ya tomorrow.

I grinned and slipped off the heels and put my nightclothes on before sliding into bed. It was the first time I’d been excited about the future in a long time.

And it was all because of Colder.

CHAPTER 17

COLDER

Sundays were for hangovers or for sleeping in.

Considering my usual Fridays and Saturdays were extra long shifts at the bar, I went with sleep more often that not.

Not that Sunday.

I found myself up before my usual wake up time, buzzy with energy. I figured it was a good idea to run it off or I’d be going out of my mind. It was another misty April day and perfect for a run.