Chapter 147

One month into our agreement, and I’m about ready to kill Cole with my bare hands. He seems to be having a grand old time torturing me. It’s a Saturday morning, and I’m peacefully wrapped up in my bed, having an incredibly happy dream. That is, of course, until I feel something tickle my nose. I stir in my sleep and moan, snuggling into my pillow, drifting off to sleep again. Not even five seconds later, I feel a tickle on my nose again and lift my hand, thinking it was my hair, to brush it away. I jump awake when I feel something trying to crawl up my nose. I’m deathly scared of spiders, so I open my eyes in a panic and see Cole standing over me, a stupid grin plastered on his ridiculously gorgeous face.

I groan and scowl up at him. “Good morning, Sunshine.” He chirps, his eyes sparkling in the morning sun that was beaming into the bedroom.

I blink up at him and sigh, “What do you want?” I moodily grumble when he tweaks my nose. I slap his hand away. “Why do you alway