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Cole’s body pressed her to the mattress. She was stuck. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. Allison waited for the familiar tension to seep into her, for the fear to choke her, but neither came.
Cole took his time moving off her, kissing her shoulder and her neck before claiming her lips. When he finally got up, she felt the loss of his body like a missing limb.
It was official. She needed him.
Damn.
When he came back, she hadn’t moved. Like last time, he’d taken all her reserves and depleted them. And it felt amazing.
He crawled into bed next to her and tugged her body against his. He kissed her neck and tucked her under his chin. She wondered if he was going to fall asleep, but he asked, “Why does Heather hate me?”
Allison’s heart swelled. If he cared about her best friend’s op
