Because the way he was looking at me was making it hard to breathe. “Well, goodnight,” I said, opening the door to my room. “Goodnight.” He stuck his hands in his pockets. I entered my room and shut the door. At least, I tried to shut the door—Cole’s hand shot out and stopped it. “Cheyenne, wait.” My breath caught. “Yes?” “I just want to say that I’m really glad to see you made it up here safely. I was worried about you making that drive.” “I’m fine.” I glanced down at my outfit. “A little grungy and disheveled, but fine.” “You’re always beautiful.” Our eyes met. I wanted to thank him, but I
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