Nicola Taylor The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as we waited for Dr. Patel to arrive. It had been two months since the accident, and Cole’s recovery had been nothing short of miraculous. Our relationship, once strained, had blossomed in a way I never could h
Nicola TaylorAs I stood at the kitchen counter, slicing some fresh tomatoes for a quick avocado toast, Cole's teasing voice broke through my thoughts. "So, what did you wanna ask the doctor?" He asked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.I chuckled, trying to focus on my task. "You caught
Cole HarringtonI could hear Nicola's soft hums coming from the bedroom as I was heading out for work. Lucas was supposed to pick me up, but I had a little time before then. I pushed the door open, thinking I’d just say goodbye. Instead, a startled scream filled the air, followed by a hurried shuffl
Cole HarringtonI gripped the blanket, which she had covered herself with again, and gave it a firm tug. She shrieked, clutching it tighter to herself, but I wasn’t about to give up. Not when she looked this damn delicious, wrapped up and flustered, trying so hard to hide from me."Stop fighting, Ni
Cole Harrington I adjusted my tie as I headed downstairs, reluctantly getting ready to leave for the office. If it weren’t for the fact that Lucas and I had an important meeting lined up, I’d have loved to stay back with Nicola and continue our… activity from earlier. The memory of her in that out
Cole HarringtonI stayed silent, feeling the tightness in my throat as he continued, "I mean, now I can say these things about her, but if you remembered her... well, it’d be a touchy subject, let’s just say that.”“Alright, what else?” I asked, knowing he was still holding back.Dad shifted in his
Nicola Taylor I was setting up Arabella's new room, carefully arranging her things, wondering if Cole hadn’t destroyed his old room with Courtney, would it have helped him regain his memory? The thought clung to me as I placed the Elsa pillow down on the bed. The room was coming together nicely—a s
Nicola Taylor “Cole, please, just go upstairs,” I begged, my voice strained with desperation. I could feel the tension in the room thickening, like a storm brewing on the horizon. This was bad—really bad—and the last thing I wanted was for him to get dragged into something that could seriously mess