Juliette:
The car hadn’t even stopped fully before Cole jumped out.
He ran around to my side, tugging the door open and offering his hand like we were stepping out onto a red carpet in Hollywood. And in some ways, we were.
His fingers wrapped around mine, warm and firm, and he helped me out like I was something precious. My heels clicked against the pavement, and suddenly, everything got real.
The flashes blinded me for a second—phones, cameras, even actual photographers someone had probably hired. I hadn’t been nervous before. But now?
Now my heart was in my throat.
Everyone turned. Heads whipped, whispers followed. Girls paused mid-conversation. Guys elbowed their friends and nodded toward us. But it wasn’t just Cole they were staring at—not just the star quarterback in a sharp sui
