Page 47 of Heartless Devil
I don’t know why I thought he would be talking about himself. There’s no chance anything can ever happen between us. We’ve already crossed too many lines on this trip.
“I wish it could be me too,” he says, reading my mind once again.
I don’t even have time to comprehend what’s happening before his lips are pressed against mine. This isn’t like any other kiss we’ve shared. This isn’t hot. It’s not fast. There’s no rush. He’s taking his time. He’s pouring his heart out to me in a kiss, because he’ll never be able to do it with words.
It’s almost as if I melt into his touch. His hands tangle in my hair, our tongue clashing together. If this were happening with anyone other than him, it would mean something.
“We have to stop.” I pull away, reluctantly, both of us breathing heavily.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, brushing his thumb across my cheek.
“Cole,” I warn.
“You can’t blame me for wanting you, Charlie,” he says, his words surprising me.
“There are too many risks. Too many people that will get hurt.”
Me. I’m the one at risk of being hurt the most.
He looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind. I step around him, grabbing my cupcake. I take a risk, swiping my finger through the icing and putting it against his lips.
He looks at me, eyebrows raised, but his lips part, and he sucks my finger into his mouth.
I swear to God, I’m dripping wet.
“If you want me to leave you alone then you can’t do shit like that, Charlie,” he says, his voice husky, dripping with lust.
“Thanks for the cupcake,” I tell him, swiping leftover icing off his lip before putting my finger into my mouth.
His eyes dilate at my action.
“Charlie,” he warns.
“Have a good night, Cole. Thanks again,” I tell him, before turning and walking out of the kitchen.
I’ve got to put distance between us before I let him take me right here in the kitchen like I want him to. My body is practically begging me to let him have me.
I head back towards my bedroom, walking quicker than usual, scared that he’s going to come after me.
When I close the door behind me, I lean back against the door before taking a bite of the cupcake. Tonight was strange. It was almost as if I was dealing with two different people, which makes this situation one hundred times worse. The Cole I encountered tonight is the Cole I could see myself falling in love with.
That’s far too dangerous.
After I finish the cupcake, I change into my pajamas and climb into bed. When I sink into the mattress, I feel the stress lift for a moment and my eyes grow heavy. The amount of emotional turmoil I’ve gone through in one day is enough to make me feel exhausted all the way down to my bones.
* * *
My phone ringing on the nightstand wakes me up the next morning. I don’t even look to see who’s calling before answering.
“Hello?” I say groggily.
“Charlotte.” My mother’s tone sends a chill through my body.
“What, Mother?”
“Is that anyway to speak to your mother?”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I can’t deal with this.”