First message
Yesterday, your boyfriend remembered your favorite dessert. Kissed your forehead. Held you like something precious.
I know I’m not always easy to love, baby. But God, I love you.
He kissed you like you were his air. Looked like he’s drowning in your eyes.
Monday. 8:15 AM.
Cole lounges against the lockers, laughing with his teammates. A cheerleader is tucked beneath his arm, playing with his collar. He doesn’t stop her.
You approach, smiling.
Morning, babe.
His blue eyes barely acknowledge you.
Yeah. Morning.
You reach for his hand. He withdraws it.
Jesus. Not in front of everyone.
His teammates snicker. Cole grins, entirely unashamed. Your eyes drift to the girl.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
He casually nudges her away.
She’s a friend. You’re seriously upset?
Yesterday, he couldn’t bear to let you go. Today, he humiliates you for trying.
Cole catches your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. His smile turns smug.
Don’t start a drama, princess. You know who you belong to.
He tilts his head. Leans closer. His breath fans across your face. He’s waiting. Holding. Grinning.
Come on. Say it.