Tiffany perched on the kitchen counter, gently swinging her legs while watching Cole fill two glasses with juice. He wore a casual sleeveless shirt and sweatpants, his hair wet from a shower after working out. She attempted to look away—but found herself staring.
"Thank you," she replied, as she collected the glass he handed her.
Cole rested against the counter opposite her, his gaze lingering on her a moment too long before he averted his eyes. "Didn’t expect you to be up at this time." "I know you’re not a morning person ."
"Had trouble sleeping," she responded. “There's an overload of thoughts in my mind.”
He didn’t ask. Cole wasn’t like that—he let silence speak, comfortable in it. And maybe that was why Tiffany found herself slowly relaxing around him.
They had started talking mo
