Nicola Taylor The week with Rose around had been crazy. Arabella adored her, and we had fun, even though I could feel the tension in the air whenever Cole joined us for breakfast or dinner. He was civil, polite even, but distant—more distant than ever before. He didn’t argue or snap back at Rose,
I raised an eyebrow at his words, a small smile tugging at my lips as I teased, “Hmm, true. You’ve got some catching up to do. Let’s start small.” His hand lingered on my back, and I felt my skin tingling beneath his touch. We reached the classroom, and Ms. Hoffman looked up, offering us a polite
Nicola Taylor After an exhausting day, I stepped inside the house, my body aching from the double class I had been forced to go to. Mrs. Hinkle had been out sick, and she had to cover all of her sessions in a day, making Saturday even more brutal than usual. The moment I walked through the door,
I blinked, snapping myself out of my thoughts. “Yeah, definitely.” Funny enough, the food was so good that none of us spoke much, we just ate in silence, enjoying every bite. Arabella finished her plate in record time and scampered back to her room. She was in a hurry, excited to catch her favourit
Nicola Taylor “Alright, here’s the game,” Cole said as we settled onto the couch, our legs stretched out, feet almost touching. The proximity was impossible to ignore, the air between us thick with unspoken words, “One of us asks a question. You either answer it or take a big chug of your drink.”
Still, I couldn’t help but lean into it. “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked, his voice quieter now, but still laced with that teasing edge. I shrugged, trying to keep my cool. “I’m trying to be careful of what I say and do around you,” I replied, though my heart was pounding. He no
Nicola Taylor As I straddled Cole, my mind buzzed, a mix of margaritas and months of pent-up frustration clouding my judgment. I kissed him deeply, unable to help myself as I pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body beneath me. His strong hands gripped my hips, his hesitation evident but slow
Slowly, I sank down onto him, feeling him fill me completely. A deep moan escaped my lips, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I began to move. Each slow bounce was heaven, my body savoring every inch of him. His hands slid down to my waist, holding me steady, his eyes locked on mi