for Cole to arrive. I have to break it
off with him. My conscious has been telling me this for a while now and I know
Cole isn't healthy for me. It's time to start facing my issues instead of
avoiding them and Cole makes it too easy for me to grow numb and ignore it all.
My mind is pretty much made up but I am betting Cole wasn't going to be happy
with me at all. I'm kind of worried about that. He's temperamental and I can
only hope that being in my home would be enough for him to keep his temper
intact. I chew my lip and wonder if maybe I should have at least text messaged
Noah to let him know I am breaking up with Cole tonight. If things got out of
hand...
Then again,
if things got out of hand and Noah were here, things would get even worse.
I'm worried
my boyfriend—soon to be ex—is going to get violent with me. Now if that doesn't
tell me something is wrong with our relationship, I don't know what will. And
for shits sake, shouldn't I have thought about this earlier instead of only minutes
before his arrival?
I can hear a
motorcycle coming down the street and I wipe my sweaty hands on my shorts.
Okay, I can do this. So he'd be mad. Big deal. He'd get over it.
By the time
Cole rings the doorbell, I've managed to calm myself. When I open the door I
can't help but think he looks good. Cole always looks appealing to me.
“Hey,” he says as he steps inside and watches me shut the door.
“We
have—oomph!” I grunt as he grabs me and tosses me over his broad shoulder
before heading through the living room and towards the hallway. “Cole! What are
you doing? Put me down!”
He slaps my
ass playfully as he heads upstairs. “What do you think I'm doing?”
I'm hanging
over his shoulder and it's digging into my stomach. I try to grab his back to
keep myself steady so I'm not hanging upside down, my long hair falling in my
face. “I didn't invite you over to have sex!”
Cole enters
my room and tosses me on my bed, his grin wicked. “Right,” he says as he strips
off his shirt before he falls on top of me, his lips on mine before I can
protest.
The second
his lips touch mine, I feel myself faltering. God, I've missed this. His tongue
slips between my lips and he kisses me deeply while his hand slides down to the
button on my shorts. Alarm sweeps through me and I tear my lips from his.
“Cole, I am not playing around. I want to talk.”
I'm losing
control of this situation and I struggle to gain it back.
“Talk
later,” he says, his lips coming back to mine.
“I want to
break up!”
Cole goes
completely still on top of me and it's really eerie how his expression shifts
and his eyes narrow. “What did you say?” He asks as he pulls back slightly to
stare down at me.
“I want to
break up,” I repeat again, this time more calmly.
“You want to
break up because I went after that Noah guy?” he asks a bit scornfully. He
clearly doesn't believe me.
“No. I want
to break up because it's time we go our own way.” I wiggle out of his embrace
and sit up.
Cole is
silent and the expression on his face isn't very promising. He sits up and runs
a hand though his hair, his muscles tensing with every move since they are
currently on full display, his shirt discarded on my floor.
Unease
sweeps through me. I've always enjoyed those muscles but right now I'm
beginning to feel a hint of apprehension. I was a fool to think I could handle
this.
“ You are breaking up with me? ” he asks in a deceptively calm voice.
“I promise I
won't say anything about the robbery,” I say as I climb off the bed. “I'll take
the secret with me to the grave. But I don't think we're good for each other.
You told me a long time ago that if I couldn't handle your life, you'd cut me
loose, remember? Well, this is me not wanting a part of it anymore.”
“That's a
load of shit. You think I didn't notice how much you enjoy the high? You
enjoyed every single second of being with me,” he says as he slowly stands up
and
off with him. My conscious has been telling me this for a while now and I know
Cole isn't healthy for me. It's time to start facing my issues instead of
avoiding them and Cole makes it too easy for me to grow numb and ignore it all.
My mind is pretty much made up but I am betting Cole wasn't going to be happy
with me at all. I'm kind of worried about that. He's temperamental and I can
only hope that being in my home would be enough for him to keep his temper
intact. I chew my lip and wonder if maybe I should have at least text messaged
Noah to let him know I am breaking up with Cole tonight. If things got out of
hand...
Then again,
if things got out of hand and Noah were here, things would get even worse.
I'm worried
my boyfriend—soon to be ex—is going to get violent with me. Now if that doesn't
tell me something is wrong with our relationship, I don't know what will. And
for shits sake, shouldn't I have thought about this earlier instead of only minutes
before his arrival?
I can hear a
motorcycle coming down the street and I wipe my sweaty hands on my shorts.
Okay, I can do this. So he'd be mad. Big deal. He'd get over it.
By the time
Cole rings the doorbell, I've managed to calm myself. When I open the door I
can't help but think he looks good. Cole always looks appealing to me.
“Hey,” he says as he steps inside and watches me shut the door.
“We
have—oomph!” I grunt as he grabs me and tosses me over his broad shoulder
before heading through the living room and towards the hallway. “Cole! What are
you doing? Put me down!”
He slaps my
ass playfully as he heads upstairs. “What do you think I'm doing?”
I'm hanging
over his shoulder and it's digging into my stomach. I try to grab his back to
keep myself steady so I'm not hanging upside down, my long hair falling in my
face. “I didn't invite you over to have sex!”
Cole enters
my room and tosses me on my bed, his grin wicked. “Right,” he says as he strips
off his shirt before he falls on top of me, his lips on mine before I can
protest.
The second
his lips touch mine, I feel myself faltering. God, I've missed this. His tongue
slips between my lips and he kisses me deeply while his hand slides down to the
button on my shorts. Alarm sweeps through me and I tear my lips from his.
“Cole, I am not playing around. I want to talk.”
I'm losing
control of this situation and I struggle to gain it back.
“Talk
later,” he says, his lips coming back to mine.
“I want to
break up!”
Cole goes
completely still on top of me and it's really eerie how his expression shifts
and his eyes narrow. “What did you say?” He asks as he pulls back slightly to
stare down at me.
“I want to
break up,” I repeat again, this time more calmly.
“You want to
break up because I went after that Noah guy?” he asks a bit scornfully. He
clearly doesn't believe me.
“No. I want
to break up because it's time we go our own way.” I wiggle out of his embrace
and sit up.
Cole is
silent and the expression on his face isn't very promising. He sits up and runs
a hand though his hair, his muscles tensing with every move since they are
currently on full display, his shirt discarded on my floor.
Unease
sweeps through me. I've always enjoyed those muscles but right now I'm
beginning to feel a hint of apprehension. I was a fool to think I could handle
this.
“ You are breaking up with me? ” he asks in a deceptively calm voice.
“I promise I
won't say anything about the robbery,” I say as I climb off the bed. “I'll take
the secret with me to the grave. But I don't think we're good for each other.
You told me a long time ago that if I couldn't handle your life, you'd cut me
loose, remember? Well, this is me not wanting a part of it anymore.”
“That's a
load of shit. You think I didn't notice how much you enjoy the high? You
enjoyed every single second of being with me,” he says as he slowly stands up
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