“How was class, Jas?” Cole asked, lowering his wine glass by its bowl, licking the crimson stain away from his blush-hued lips. He sat across from me, and the candle’s flame made his blue eyes shine like a sun-filled sky. Fiercer than Daniel’s shade of light brown. He’d removed his jacket and folded up his sleeves before eating, his forearms thick and veiny. Sturdier than Daniel’s lean physique. My skin burned in all the places he’d touched before. I burned everywhere.
