“You were right. This is freaking good,” I moaned a few minutes later.
“I know.” He smirked.
It was messy but delicious. It was a good thing I always carried antibacterial wipes with me because there wasn’t an inch of our fingers that weren’t covered in chocolate.
It took a lot of finger acrobatics to get the wipes out, and even more to clean ourselves, and by the time we managed it my stomach was aching from laughing too hard.
“Next time, we’re asking for a knife and fork,” Cole said.
“I don’t think they can be eaten with a knife and fork.” I chuckled, trying not to get too hopeful by his mention of next time.
Surely that was good, right? Surely him wanting to do this again meant he was interested.
I sighed.
Why am I so depressingly clueless about men?
Maybe there was a dictionary or encyclopedia I could read because my head could explode from trying to interpret everything the right way.
Or maybe that was where I was going wrong, and I simply needed to go with the flow.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded and looked at him.
His eyes looked as if they were on fire, reflecting every light that surrounded us, making him utterly enchanting.
I stared at him, and he stared at me, and I was unsure if I should make the first move. If there was even a move to be made.
It felt right though. It felt like the moment. Like in all the romantic movies I’d watched and all the romance books I’d read.
A moment of stillness amidst chaos, when two souls felt closer than they’d felt all night.
Surely that was the moment to share a first kiss.
Before I could decide, or make a move, Cole blinked, turned away, and bit his lip.
“It’s getting late. We should head back,” he said.
I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and followed him.
Hm, maybe I read the signs wrong.
At least I hadn’t made an utter fool of myself by trying to kiss him in front of all those people.
15.Cole
“Good morning, sunshine,” Enzo sang as soon as I walked into the kitchen.
I was desperate for a cup of coffee, and he passed me a cup with a big, bright smile full of questions.
“Good morning,” I huffed and took a sip before bending down to kiss Ella’s forehead. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Mo’ning, Daddy,” she replied, and my heart melted.
I put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster before I sat down at the kitchen island to nurse my coffee.
“So… how was your date last night? I didn’t hear you come in.”
