Rebecca
Matt started the engine, and I fidgeted in my seat, unable to shake the overwhelming presence beside me. Cole's broad shoulders and bulging muscles seemed to fill the entire car, making the air feel stifling. And I was fanning myself in desperation. Why did he always wear tight tees? Was he trying to show off?
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice deep and slightly strained.
I shifted in my seat, trying not to look at him, but his towering frame was impossible to ignore. Cole was so tall, so imposing, his head almost brushing the roof of the car. Every time he glanced my way, my heart skipped. The man was a walking Greek god, eyes sharp, lips too perfect for their own good, and a face that could make anyone weak.
It was unfair, I thought, swallowing hard. Why was he so bea
