“Out?” I balk. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Marching toward him, I grab his arm and yank him inside, slamming the door closed. The last thing I need right now is someone reporting me to the RA.
“You can’t just wander into the dorms whenever you like.”
“I didn’t wander,” he smirked. “I used my key.”
“Key? Forget it,” I shake my head, “I don’t want to know.” Stepping back, I put some distance between us.
“Come on, Hadley, come out with me.”
“You haven’t uttered a single word to me all week and want me to just—”
Cole crowds me against the wall, his eyes fixed on my lips. His hand slides to my throat, holding me there. “I thought about you a lot.”
“Cole...”
“Don’t try to tell me you aren’t at least a little bit interested, Dove.” He leans in, running his nose along my jaw. “God, Hadley you smell so fucking good.”
“You should go.” I steel myself. After Saturday, I thought I was finally getting somewhere with Cole, but then he completely shut me out all week, dodging me at every turn.
“Seriously?” His brow quirks up. “But I made plans.”
“Plans?”
“Yeah. Conner said—”
“Wait a second. You’re doing this to prove something to Conner?”
Unbelievable.
“Fuck that. I’m doing this for you.” Cole presses his hand flat against the wall beside me. “I tried all week to get you out of my head. But you’re in deep, Little Dove.”
“So you want to take me out?”
“Don’t get your hopes up, it isn’t dinner at The Blue Bay.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I study him, noticing the slight flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.
“You should know me well enough by now that you know I don’t do anything I don’t want to.”
“If I come, and I haven’t decided yet, where are you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I tap my lips, pretending to consider his offer. Of course I already know that I’ll go with him. But I want to see him squirm a little first.
“Hadley...” His tone is impatient.
“I’ll need to change.” My eyes drop to my school uniform.
“Be my guest.” Cole flops back onto my bed. “You can give me a show.” A rare smile tugs at his mouth, and he looks so boyish it makes my heart flutter.
“Do not move.” I go to my closet and start pulling out some clean clothes. When I glance back, Cole is sucking suggestively on a Twizzler. He shoots me a knowing smirk and my tummy clenches violently.
Damn, this boy.
Slipping into the bathroom, I quickly change and tame my blonde hair into a messy bun. When I step back into the room, Cole is at my dresser.
“Looking for something?” My pulse ratchets.