Lizzie grabbed my hand. “I’ll show you the way. We have so much to catch up on.”
I shot Jasper a desperate look. It had been a long flight. I was tired and ever so slightly emotional from seeing Cole. I did not need to deal with Lizzie as well. Plus, I knew the way.
“Go on,” he said, grinning.
I mouthed,I hate you, and turned, letting Lizzie drag me upstairs. I supposed getting it over with now meant tomorrow would be a whole lot calmer.
The second her bedroom door closed behind us, she pulled me to her bed, and we sat down. “How was seeing Cole? Did you have one of those romantic reunions, or was he pissed at you?”
Oh, we were going for it.
“I’m tired, Lizzie, and I really don’t want to talk about him.” I got off the bed and flopped onto the futon that I’d be sleeping on by the wall.
She sighed in frustration, shoving her bleached hair behind her shoulders. “At least tell me if you still love him.”
“Yes, I still love him.”
That was hardly a secret. I felt like I had it written all over my face… in neon lights.
“I knew you did! God, this is so romantic. Reunited after years apart,” she gushed, making little squealing noises thatmade me want to slap her. She wasn’t helping, and it certainly didn’tfeelromantic. Just draining and hard.
“Yeah,” I replied sarcastically, my cousin having no clue. I buried my head under the pillow and prayed that either sleep or suffocation would happen soon so I wouldn’t hear her anymore. It was getting late, and I just wanted to sleep.
“Fine. I get it. I’ll go see Jas, then.”
I wanted to be around if he ever heard her call him that.
I woke up to the sound of Lizzie spraying hairspray. She kept going, holding her finger on the can and spraying it all over her head. Christ, that hair was going nowhere, ever.
“Lizzie, the whole room will go up if there’s a flame within a mile,” I said and almost coughed up a lung.
She looked over her shoulder. “Hey, you’re awake. So… have you spoken to him yet?”
Two seconds ago, you acknowledged that I’d just woken up…
“Not yet. He doesn’t have my new number.”
My mind drifted to Cole, and I wondered how he was feeling. We were supposed to meet up with Jenna today, but would he be working?
He was only home yesterday because he was nursing a hangover. If he wasn’t there, I was going to be so disappointed. I was addicted.
Something hard hit my leg, making me jump. Jasper stood by the door, smirking at me.
“What’s wrong with you? Just use my name, moron.”
He nodded to whatever it was he’d thrown at me—his mobile phone. “It’s Cole.”
I gasped, scrambling to sit up. The phone slipped through my fingers, and I reached for the phone by my legs. Jasperchuckled and leant against the doorframe. He was sticking around.
Glancing at the screen, I saw Cole’s name along with the minutes ticking by, almost five had gone already. What the hell had Jasper been talking to him about?
With a dry throat, I held the phone to my ear and opened my mouth to talk.
“I’d go with hello,” Jasper said sarcastically, winking at me before leaving Lizzie’s room.
His quiet laughter down the phone made me smile.
“Cole,” I mumbled, and pressed a hand to the fluttering in my stomach.
