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But deep down, my heart was always secretly, stubbornly loyal to Cole. I keep waiting to feel that way about someone else.
“No?” A brisk wind rustled leaves at our feet. “Then how come I’m thirty years old and haven’t found it yet?”
Still, the woman next to me with the perfect lips and snow melting in her hair was right here right now, and something told me if I leaned over at this red light and kissed her, she’d let me.
“Are we ever going to eat?” Griffin said, eyeing the turkey again.
Just friends, I told myself again. You are just friends because you like being single. But I was beginning to like her more.
A kiss I’d been dreaming about since I was twelve years old. A kiss I’d never forget as long as I lived. A kiss I’d replayed in my head, over and over again, every single night since he’d walked out of the kitchen.
Again, his eyes did the thing I’d been waiting for them to do since I was twelve years old—see me. And only me.
“The truth is, Cole, I’ve loved you hopelessly for so long that I don’t know any other way to do it. But being with you like that would give me hope, and that’s something I can’t afford right now.”
He was never mine, and he’s never going to be mine, and dancing with someone else doesn’t make that less true.”
“No.” I kissed her lips, then whispered against them. “When you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight.”
“I don’t want you next door anymore, Cheyenne. You belong with me. You belong with us.”
She crossed her arms, pinning me with an accusing stare. “Then you wouldn’t have let her go.”
You’re making it really easy to fall in love with you.
