Maya’s POV
The atmosphere in my room felt different with Cole inside it.
He stood in the center of my rug, looking too large for the space. His navy suit, looked very expensive but it also looked like an oversized costume he couldn't wait to strip off.
I couldn't believe he was actually standing here... in my room, at night.
I crossed my arms over my oversized flannel pajamas, trying to keep a firm grip on my composure.
"You realize," I whispered, taking a small step closer to ensure my voice didn't carry past the heavy oak door, "that if my mother walks in here, there is no amount of charm that will save you. She has a black belt in psychological evaluation. She’ll have you in a padded cell before you can say 'Business Economics.'"
Cole let out a quiet breath that wasn't quite
