“M-morning. What time is it?”
“Five-thirty.”
“Why exactly are we awake?”
The bed shakes with his silent laughter.
“We’ve gotta get back into the city so I can get to training on time.”
I groan, stretching out my legs, but I still the second I feel something pressing against my ass.
Oh my god.
Cole Hansley is in my bed, and…and…he’s hard.
Despite still being half asleep, desire surges through my body, pooling between my thighs.
“Cole?” I whisper, unsure what I’m meant to do with this information before the sun has even risen.
He clears his throat. “It’s morning. I can’t…uh…I can’t help it.”
It’s stupid, but the moment I hear his words, I instantly deflate, ice flooding through my veins.
It’s not because of me. It’s just…his body’s natural reaction to waking up and being excited for the day ahead.
Right.
“We should probably get up then. Got a long drive ahead.”
I roll away from him, and to my disappointment, he lets me go.
I get to my feet, twist my T-shirt back into place, and then pad toward the bathroom.
“Freya?”
I shake my head, feeling stupid and embarrassed, and keep walking.
“Freya?” he says more firmly, and this time I pause and look back over my shoulder.
I find him sitting in the middle of my bed with the sheets pooled at his waist, his torso and all his ink and muscles on full display.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I just couldn’t bring myself to get up first.”
“No, it’s fine. Just forget about it. I’ll be ready to leave in ten minutes.”
With that said, I dart toward the bathroom and lock myself in again.
I’m hit with a sense of déjà vu as I stand there with my head spinning, only this time I’ve got brain fog from sleep to contend with.
He doesn’t want you, Freya. He just made that more than obvious.
Get this little crush out of your head and focus on your job.
As promised, I’m freshened up and ready to go in ten minutes.
As soon as I open the bathroom door, wearing last night's clothes that I left in a pile on the counter, I discover that Cole is also dressed and sitting on my bed, waiting for me.
“Ready?” I ask, marching across the room and shoving my feet into my sneakers.
