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
With a deep breath, I began the process of packing away the things that had once meant so much. The wedding photos, the little trinkets she’d loved, the carefully folded clothes—all of it was a part of our past, but it didn’t need to dominate my present. As I worked, I thought about Nicola—her laug
Nicola Taylor I came home very late, the clock already ticking past 9 PM as I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Exhaustion weighed on my shoulders after a long day of back-to-back classes, but a strange, persistent noise pulled me out of my weary daze. It sounded like construction—hammering, d
Cole looked at me with a calm expression, as if the answer should have been obvious. “Bella’s room is too small for her now. I think she wants a bigger one.” His tone was so nonchalant that it only made my confusion and frustration grow. “So you’re just… demolishing your old room? Just like that?”
Nicola Taylor As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel, I felt the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to me. It had been a long evening, dinner out with some friends, and I was more than ready to collapse into bed. I slipped into my favorite nightdress, a soft, comfo