Emily’s POV
I stood there, my fingers clenched at my sides, my breath coming a little too fast.
Cole sat up in bed, shirtless, his muscles tense, his sharp eyes locked on mine. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the sheets, but he didn’t say anything. Just watched me, like he was trying to figure out if I was serious.
I was.
I didn’t back down.
His silence pissed me off.
I took a step inside, my arms crossed. “Did you not hear me?”
His throat bobbed slightly. “I heard you.”
“Then why aren’t you moving?”
Cole exhaled, rubbing his fingers against his temple like I was giving him a headache. “You’re still recovering, Emily.”
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t say I wanted to fight you, Cole. I said I wanted you to f**k me.”
His lips twitched like he wanted to smirk, but he didn’t. His
