“I’m not everyone,” he says plainly. I hiss as I suck air in, trying not to sound like I’m gasping for it. Trying not to give away the fact that he’s just winded me with his words. Blood rushes in my ears and pools in my cheeks—like it always does. You look so fucking pretty in pink. He’d told me that once, and now it takes every ounce of my strength not to let my mind and body wander back to that day. “What do you want, Cole?”
