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
Nicola Taylor The morning had started off as a typical, albeit chaotic, Saturday. Arabella was buzzing with excitement as Cole's parents showed up unannounced, offering to take her on a last-minute trip with her cousins. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to go—anything to escape the awkward tensio
“I don’t know, okay?” I admitted, throwing my hands up in frustration. “I don’t know what it means! I haven’t exactly had time to process everything!” “Well, you better start processing,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Because this isn’t something you can just sweep under the rug.” I sig
Cole Harrington I groaned, letting my head fall onto the kitchen table, utterly defeated. The weight of everything was pressing down on me, and I couldn’t seem to shake it off. Mrs. Kinsley’s voice cut through my self-pity like a sharp knife. “Okay, either tell me what’s wrong or get out of my kit