His words replayed in my head.I froze, my gaze narrowing, realizing it all at once. “You remember,” I whispered, my voice rough with a mix of anger and shock. “You… you fucking asshole.”He tensed, caught, and then gave a small nod, his jaw clenching. “I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to ru
Nicola TaylorI paced the length of the bedroom, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides, a low hum of frustration buzzing just beneath my skin. I could feel Cole’s presence behind me, tense and electric, his gaze fixed on me like he was trying to catch my eye, to say something unspoken. But
“I’m saying that just because your memory was gone doesn’t mean all our problems went with it.” I crossed my arms tighter, pulling myself inward, as if that would shield me from the intensity of my own feelings. “You can’t just… press reset and expect everything to be fine.”For a moment, vulnerabil
Nicola TaylorAs I walked down the narrow hallway of the restaurant, a sense of freedom enveloped me. The quiet of the bustling kitchen felt like a luxury I hadn’t experienced in ages. Living alone for the past few months had given me the much-needed space I craved, especially with Cole temporarily
Nicola TaylorI watched him as he stood across from me, a weighty silence stretching between us. This conversation had been waiting, bubbling beneath the surface for too long, and now that he was here, I didn’t know if I was ready for it.His presence, strong and so familiar, tugged at something dee
His jaw clenched, and he looked down, visibly wrestling with his own thoughts. “But I feel like I’m failing you. That who I am isn’t enough, that maybe you’d be happier if I changed.”I reached out, my hand finding his, and squeezed it gently. “You’re not failing me, Cole. I fell in love with who yo
Nicola TaylorThe kitchen was a war zone of flour and laughter, Betty and I standing shoulder to shoulder, each armed with rolling pins and piles of dough that didn’t stand a chance. The morning sun peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow over the counter as we rolled and shaped our pastries
Nicola TaylorI nudged my cart forward through the busy supermarket, half-distracted by my list and hoping to wrap up quickly. Just as I reached for a can of tomatoes, my cart bumped into someone else’s. I looked up, already stifling a sigh.“Nicola,” a familiar voice greeted, way too smooth and fri