“Did you just quoteMean Girls?” I ask, catching the bra that he chucks my way.
“I lied the other day.” He shrugs. “Infinity Warisn’t my favorite movie.Mean Girlsis.”
Chapter twenty-five
Cole
I won’t lie, Iexpected Jenna to fight it more than she did. I expected her to ignore me for a month or more because she’s stubborn.
Maybe I even expected her to not give in at all, and I’d never see her again.
While she may be stubborn, she surprised me by showing up at my apartment looking like something ripped straight from my fantasies, and took me for exactly what she wanted.
Her pink little toy?
In the trash.
No longer fucking existent, because she doesn’t need it. Not when she has my hands, my mouth and my cock to use freely for whenever she craves that release.
So far, she’s taken advantage of that fact, and I’ve happily obliged, because I don’t foresee me ever being able to turn her down.
Should I be worried about it? Maybe.
But am I allowing myself to focus on it? Not even a little bit.
We’d fallen asleep next to each other, four limbs intertwined completely, but when I’d woken up in the middle of the night for a glass of water, there wasn’t a trace of her anywhere. Not even a loose strand of blonde hair or a bobby pin left on my nightstand. I realized right then that she wasn’t the type of girl who spent the night with the guy she was sleeping with.
I did, however, notice the lump in Tate’s bed, and I knew she must’ve sent him home when she got back to her apartment.
The conversation he and I had when we both woke up a few hours later to head to set confirmed that she ordered him to leave when she found him curled up in her bed.
Something feels different this morning, though.
I got to work a little later than I usually would because both Tate and I slept through our alarms, but there was a freshly baked cupcake with a warm coffee waiting for me with a smiley face scribbled on the front of it. I involuntarily mimicked the image with a smile of my own.
I didn’t have to be told who it was from to know—especially with her brand new mixer—but when I looked up and saw her holding an identical cup to mine while deep in conversation with Tahnee; I knew all I needed to.
She’s growing a soft spot for me.
One that she’s no longer bothering to fight, and I fucking love that I was able to put a crack in the solid walls that she built up around herself. Even if the crack was tiny and temporary, it’s better than no breakthrough at all.
We both know what this is, which means we haven’t needed to have the ‘what are we?’ conversation. It’d just make shit awkward and harder than it needs to be.
She said it herself; what we are has an expiration date. She isn’t the type of girl who expected me to fall in love with her andride off into the sunset together, or put a ring on her finger so we could live happily ever after.
She’s never once given me the impression that she wants any of those things, and I’m certainly not the type of guy to give it to her.
Not now, and probably not ever.
“Cole.” My brother’s voice pulls me from my daze, and my eyes snap up to meet his.
“What’s up?” I ask, sipping my plain black coffee that tastes better than it should. He looks like he’s had about as much sleep as I have, but going by the dark circles under his eyes, I seem to wear it better.
“The break in filming next week isn’t really a break. Not for you, anyway. You and Mara are required to be in New York next week for interviews to talk about the movie,” he says, taking the seat next to mine, and I turn in my chair to face him. I know what he’s playing at, forcing Mara and me to be in each other’s company with no one else. Hoping some sort of connection sparks between us to sell the movie.
He wants to make it look like our on screen romance has been taken off screen, too.
It’s Hollywood, I get it. But it’s not me.
