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Allison didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. She’d never been so free with a man in bed. So trusting. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. Allison knew he could sense something. Not that he knew exactly what was going on with her, but he pulled back every time he cornered her, every time she tensed, and damn if that didn’t make her trust him.
Cole held her against his chest until her breathing slowed and her body sagged into his. She knew she should slide off, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave his warmth. To leave him.
But she had to because he wasn’t sticking around. And she didn’t want him to.
“Well, that was a good way to start my day,” Allison joked, rolling off him.
He sat on the side of her bed and tugged her back between his legs. “It was, but you don’t have to brus
