He doesn’t answer, just stares at me in that predatory way of his.
“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, and then he’s kissing me, grinding his body against mine in the most delicious way.
But as quickly as he starts, he stops.
“Cole?” I breathe, suffering whiplash from how quickly he swings from hot to cold.
“Just give me a minute.” He drops back onto the blanket, blowing out an exasperated breath. “I didn’t bring you here for this.”
“You didn’t, huh?” I smother a giggle.
“Well, not just that.”
“So, let’s eat.” I throw him a bone because something huge just happened, and as disappointed as I am that he stopped, part of me loves that he did.
His eyes flare with hunger.
“Eat the food, Cole.” I give him a pointed look.
“Okay, okay. First we eat, and then we—”
“Talk?” It’s my turn to smirk.
“Yeah, we can do that.”
We work in silence, unpacking the containers of food. My stomach grumbles and Cole’s head whips up.
“What? I’m hungry.” I shrug.
“You should eat more.”
“I have to watch what I eat for cheer.”
“Fuck that. You’re perfect, you don’t need to—what?”
“You think I’m perfect?” I swoon. So. Freaking. Hard.
“You’re not so bad, Rexford.”
“So now we’re on a last name basis? Or is that just your way of covering the fact that you think I’m perfect?” A big smile splits my face.
“And this is why I don’t date,” he groans.
“You’ve never dated, ever?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy who dates?”
“You look like the kind of guy girls want to date.” I raise a brow.
“Yeah, well, most girls just want their shot with the bad boy.”
“Well, I hope you know that’s not why I’m here,” I say quietly, barely able to meet his eyes.
Cole reaches over, gripping my chin. “Yeah, you’re different, aren’t you?” The air crackles between us. “Tell me what happened with Tim... please.”
“Cole, don’t do this. You have your secrets and I have mine.”
“Maybe I don’t want to keep secrets anymore. Maybe I want to share them. Maybe I want to finally let somebody in.”