I peel my damp T-shirt from my body before throwing it onto the floor and slipping into Freya’s bed.
Her sheets are soft, and I almost sigh as I sink into her mattress.
Rolling onto my side, I look up at her, waiting for her to join me.
It takes a couple of seconds, but eventually she stretches her legs out and lies with her cheek on the pillow facing me.
“So did you?” I ask, desperate to know what she thought.
A frown appears on her brow.
“Did I what?”
Did my getting all but naked make her forget everything?
I fucking love the idea.
“Did you enjoy the images of my new advertising campaign?”
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He can’t ask me that question.
It’s not fair.
He’s lying beside me in just a pair of boxer briefs; he smells unbelievable, and he looks…oh my god.
Yes. Exactly. He looks like a god.
His eyes bore into mine, silently begging me to answer the question.
Unable to look at him as I confess, my eyelids shutter before I whisper, “Yes.”
His breath catches.
It should be enough to stop my nervous word vomit, but apparently it’s not, because before my brain can catch up with my mouth, I hear myself saying, “But you’re better in person.”
My eyes fly open in shock, and I’m so glad they do because I get to see his reaction.
Something—pride, maybe—flashes in his eyes, and his lips twitch at the sides.
“Is that right?” he rasps.
“Oh, don’t give me that. You know you’re hot,” I argue, my face burning so hot I’m sure my skin is about to melt right off.
“What if I like hearing you say it?”
“Then you should make the most of what I just said because it might not happen again.”
He chuckles, and it makes my heart beat even faster as the most genuine smile I’ve ever seen graces his lips.
I sigh happily.
“I’ve never slept with a woman before,” Cole suddenly says.
“What?”
