“Sixteen. Sixteen years old. I am pretty sure I fell for you after your first letter. And that serial killer handwriting.”
“Serial killer?”
Reed giggled. “Cute, though. It’s what really did it for me.”
“Everything about you does it for me.”
His eyes flew open, and his plush lips parted.
“And I plan to show you just how much for the rest of my life.”
Reed swallowed. “You mean that, don’t you?”
“Yeah, baby, I do,” I whispered.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Reed
Iwoke before Cole and took the opportunity to stare at him like an absolute creeper. His lashes brushed against his skin, and his mouth was slightly open as he let out an occasional soft snore. He had held me all night, like he was afraid I would disappear while he was asleep. I reached up, very lightly brushing his cheekbones and nose with the tip of my finger.
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread over my face.
He loved me. He wanted me. Cole still wantedus.
I was brought out of my love-induced fog by the sound of a moan. A very loud one. And then I heard it again, followed by a soft whine and “Fuck, Oscar.”
Well. I guess Tate and Oscar were having a good morning.
I covered my mouth to stop the laugh that threatened to escape, only to find Cole watching me, his blue eyes heavy with sleep.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
“Good morning, baby.” Cole leaned forward and rubbed his nose over mine. “What’s got you smiling like that this morning?” The distinctive sound of a groan drifted to us, and his brows shot up. “Jesus, is that what I think it is?” His cheeks burned crimson.
I grinned. “Pretty sure. It sounds like—”
“Zach.”
Both of our eyes went wide.
Cole’s jaw dropped. “Is it all three of them in there?” He chuckled. “Guess they’re having a good time.”
“That’s my best friend!”
“And mine. Along with my uncle, so...I win?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s not a contest.”
I resisted the urge to clap my hands over my ears, but from the sound of it, things were wrapping up. Minutes later, a door opened, followed by steps down the hallway.
“And now we have to face them.” Cole wiggled his brows. “Come on, baby. Let’s go get some breakfast. I’m starving.” His stomach growled viciously, like it had been waiting for him to mention it. I giggled. He climbed from the bed and held out his hand, helping me to my feet. “I could get used to this.”
I followed him into the bathroom. “What’s that?”
“You. Naked in my bed every morning. Would certainly make my mornings a hell of a lot better.” Cole grabbed his toothbrush. “I have one you can use.” He pointed to the medicine cabinet. “You can just keep it here. We both know you’re going to need it. You can bring over your things, too, whenever you want. I’ll help you.”
I stared at him as he popped open the mouthwash and poured some into his mouth. “You want me to stay here? All the time or, like, now and then?”