Read Me (Forget the Past, #2)

by Lauren Connolly

I’m also proud of not having spilled either of the coffees, seeing as how my car has no cupholders. None. It’s like a skirt without pockets.

“Do you want a hug?” A Cole Allemand hug? Does such a thing even exist? “Are you offering a hug? You don’t seem like a hugger.” “I’m not.” “Well, I don’t want a hug full of lies.” I cross my arms, knowing that I’m being obstinate. But that’s what this day does to me. Cole’s mouth twitches. “I’m not a hugger. But I’d like to hug you.”

“Black works for me today,” I repeat. “But when I’m happy again—and I will be—I won’t be able to stop myself.” “From doing what?” he murmurs, his stare seeming to catch on my mouth. “From trying to paint you in colors.”

“If you cry on my shirt, no one will know. Because it’s black.”