He touched his hair, deeply offended. “Nothing has touched this head. It’s perfect as it is.”
I rolled my eyes and touched Oakley’s back. “Come on.”
The doorbell rang as we walked out of the kitchen.
“I swear the entire universe is trying to stop me being alone with you,” I said, groaning into her neck.
She nudged me, laughing. “Answer that, take Mia’s latest delivery, then we’ll sneak upstairs for a bit.”
My eyes widened. She didn’t need to ask me twice.
“The look on your face right now, Cole…”
She should also see hers. The fire in her eyes and heat in her cheeks. I’d never get used to the way she looked at me. Never.
I pulled the front door open, and my face fell when I saw two police officers.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Cole Benson?”
I frowned. “Yeah.”
“Can we come in?”
I stepped aside, and they walked in.
“What’s happening?” Oakley asked.
I turned, seeing the worry on her face, and then everyone else filtering into the hallway.
My dad, who had come back inside, asked, “What’s this about?”
“I’m sorry to do this,” the taller officer said, turning to me. “Mr Benson, I need you to come to the station to answer an allegation of having sexual intercourse with an underage—”
That was all I heard because Oakley shouted, “No!”
She stared at me in horror, and then I couldn’t see much ofher through the black dots that danced in my face. I had to answer to my relationship with Oakley.
It’d been made out like it was the same situation and Frank.
“No, you can’t do this,” Oakley told them, and grabbed my hand.
I blinked hard, clearing my vision. “It’s okay. I have nothing to hide.”
Questioned for sleeping with a minor.
Fuck.
This was bullshit.
“We don’t want to cuff you, so I suggest you come with us now,” the other officer said.
I wasn’t certain, but it didn’t seem like they wanted to do this. The facts were out there. Oakley and I had slept together when she was fifteen and I was seventeen. But we were in a country where that was legal, and we’d held off when we got back to England until she was sixteen.
And I wasn’t a disgusting old man, praying on a child. We were together.
“Is that really necessary?” Dad asked. “You surely know the situation.”
