Nicola TaylorIt was the 24th of December, and the house was filled with glee and noise as we gathered for a small Christmas party with just close friends and their kids. The holiday lights twinkled softly, and the smell of gingerbread cookies drifted through the air. Lucas and I were in the bedroom
"How’s..." I hesitated, searching for the right words. "How’s the wedding planning going?"Isabella sighed, her expression conflicted. "It’s... alright, I guess. My family is really upset, and I don’t know how to handle it. But Lucas—" she paused, as if surprised by her own thoughts, "he’s actually
Cole HarringtonI woke up groggily, my head pounding from the night before. I winced, trying to shake off the pain, but it was hard to focus when the world felt like it was spinning. Then I looked down, and there they were—Nicola and Arabella, cuddled up next to me. Nicola’s arm wrapped protectively
Cole Harrington"So, that’s good news, right? The doctor said you’ve never been better," Lucas says, taking a sip of the hot chocolate Nicola made us, both of us still wearing the silly Santa hats Arabella had insisted on."Yeah, I guess so," I sigh, clicking randomly on my desktop keyboard, pretend
Nicola Taylor“Cole, my friend Steph is coming over, okay?” I called out, stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, my skin still warm from the steam. The cool air of the bedroom hit me as I padded across the floor toward the closet. I rummaged through the hangers, my fingers grazin
Nicola Taylor"So, I’m thinking about getting a boob job," Steph says casually, sipping her coffee. Her words hang in the air for a second, and I nearly choke on mine, my eyes widening in surprise. Across the room, Cole pauses mid-sentence, his brow furrowing in confusion."Why?" he asks, genuine cu
Nicola Taylor“Okay, what's the problem here? You don’t even want a boob job, so who cares?” Cole says as he follows me around the kitchen like an oversized puppy, clearly not grasping the larger issue at hand.I roll my eyes, trying not to smile at how clueless he can be. “The problem,” I begin, wa
Cole HarringtonI stood in the doorway, watching Nicola as she moved, her back turned to me. She was humming to herself, swaying her hips lightly while smoothing out the sheets. Every movement drew my eyes down the curve of her waist, and I couldn’t stop the pull I felt towards her.Silently, I step