I walk into his apartment with him hot on my heels, and the second I approach the kitchen island, I glance back over my shoulder, and my breath catches.
He’s staring at my ass.
My heart rate picks up and my hand trembles as I release the bag.
Swallowing my apprehension, I spin around, rest my ass against the counter, and look at him.
A coy, knowing smirk appears on his lips as he steps up beside me and abandons his bags next to mine.
“I should probably get back to work,” he rumbles as he takes the smallest step back.
This time, he doesn’t even attempt to hide it as he drops his eyes down my body before dragging them back up.
My mouth runs dry.
Holy moly. He’s actually checking me out.
Cole freaking Hansley is checking me out.
Me.
My heart flutters in my chest, and my temperature soars.
I lick my lips, knowing that I need to say or do something.
“Y-yeah,” I force out.
He doesn’t move. He just stands there, his dark eyes locked on mine, his chest heaving.
“Freya, I…” He trails off, his gaze dropping to my lips.
Oh my god. He’s going to kiss me. He’s?—
“I really should go,” he rasps. Finally, he takes a step back, turns around, and marches from the apartment.
I swear, I don’t breathe until the front door closes behind him.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, slumping back against the counter.
My heart is racing as if it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.
He was going to kiss me.
I’m sure of it.
I need a coffee.
Ignoring the bags that litter the counter behind me, I stalk toward the coffee machine.
My hand trembles as I reach for the button, and I close my eyes for a moment, trying to get myself together. But it’s impossible.
Cole Hansley was going to kiss me.
A manic laugh spills from my lips.
I think I might need something more than caffeine.
Disbelief continues to reign as I make my drink.
