“Cole, you better start talking or I’m gonna whoop your ass like I’ve never whooped your ass in your life. Talk! Now.”
I refused.
“You’re ruining your Christmas and ours. How can we help you if you won’t let us?” Enzo added.
“I don’t need your help.”
“Clearly, you do,” Lilian said and offered me a cookie. “Toffee?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Just toffee?”
“What else did you expect?” she asked.
I shrugged.
“I don’t know. Toffee love spell or toffee happiness?”
Lilian laughed.
“Please. I always use alliteration.”
“So, it’s just toffee?”
“Just toffee.”
“Okay,” I said and bit into one.
It was gooey and crumbly and delicious, and I sank back into the couch, closed my eyes, and savored the treat.
“Cole, sweetie, what happened in Boston?” Enzo asked, settling at my feet and rubbing my knee affectionately.
I stared at his engagement ring and sighed.
“We slept together,” I said.
“O…kay,” Enzo said.
“We slept together and it was so good, and it was so much fun but then… when… when we were done, I got scared. I felt guilty and regretful, and I ruined everything. But I don’t feel guilty anymore. I want him. I really do. I think… I think I was just scared because it was the first time in forever, and it was different, and I was away from home and it felt so, so good. Oh my God, was it good? Why the fudge did I freak out? I don’t know why when it was so good. He was so good. He was perfect, and I’m not. I’m fudged up in the head and?—”
“Breathe! Breathe,” Enzo whispered and it was only when I stopped that I realized how out of breath I was.
“Huh. You never fail me.” Lilian chuckled to herself staring down at the plate of toffee cookies.
“Mom!” Enzo groaned.
I didn’t even have the energy to tell her she tricked me with her magical truth serum. I just… I needed to lay down, close my eyes, and try to forget I was ever in love.
“Hmm,” I hummed and squeezed my eyes.
I needed to figure out where that thought had come from. Was… was I in love with Samir?
No!
It couldn’t be.
Then again, his eyes were awfully pretty.
And his kisses were addictive.
