Semua Bab Resisting The Alpha Cowboy: Bab 111 - Bab 116

▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥Her skin was soft against mine, damp and warm. Her arms wrapped around my torso like she wasn’t afraid to hold a man broken in too many places. The steam clouded the bathroom, wrapping us in our own quiet world—like maybe if we stayed in here long enough, the pain wouldn’t be able to find us.Vanessa held me while the water washed over us, my body weak and trembling from everything it had endured today—physically and emotionally. But somehow, with her here, I didn’t feel like I was sinking anymore. I felt tethered.Her lips pressed softly to my temple, lingering. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone steadied the storm inside me more than any words ever could.I leaned back just enough to look into her eyes. There was something in her expression—something kind and complicated. A sadness I understood too well.My thumb brushed her cheek, her wet hair sticking to her skin. “I like to pretend I’m some emotionally grown man who can say what

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★The storm had passed by morning, leaving behind a silence that felt almost unnatural. The house was still, the wind no longer howling outside. It was as though the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next turn in the story. I hadn’t slept much—how could I? After everything, the weight of last night pressing down on me, I couldn’t quite shut my mind off. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft breathing of Colton beside me.When I finally gave up on sleep, I slid out of bed as quietly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. The house was empty and quiet, with only the distant sounds of rainwater dripping off the roof. I made my way to the bathroom, brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, my reflection tired and worn. My thoughts were a tangled mess of grief, guilt, and confusion. But none of it was mine. I wasn’t the one who had lost Laia. I liked her. I wish I had gotten to know her more. I wish I’d said something a

★。＼｜／。★VANESSA DAVIS★。／｜＼。★I drove into town as slowly as I could, hands tight around the wheel. The muddy road that led from Colton’s farm was half-washed away in places, tire-deep and slick. My windshield wipers squeaked against dried raindrops as they smeared instead of cleared.Every bump sent my heart racing. Not from the fear of crashing—but from the storm inside me.By the time I reached town, my chest was aching. Not physically. Just… heavy. I found a place to park behind the old bakery that never opened on Tuesdays and shut the engine off. My fingers stayed wrapped around the wheel.I didn’t move.I couldn’t.My breath caught in my throat before I even realized what was happening. The quiet—the sheer quiet of being away from the house, from the farm, from him—slammed into me like a wave. My vision blurred, and the windows around me felt like they were shrinking.The tears came without warning.I clutched at my chest, gasping, trying to make the feeling go away—but I couldn