Page 56 of Their Last Resort

Long and thick.

Realizing this, I bite my lip and turn to press my face into my pillow because I’m so inappropriate! I should be hauled off to jail!

Stop thinking about it!

Cole’s hand shifts and slides up. Ugh, I love the way it feels on my bare stomach just before he pulls it away and rolls onto his back.

He makes a noise, a morning groan that makes me feel like an absolute perv because even that’s somehow sexy.

I gain just enough courage to peer over my shoulder to see him dig the heels of his hands into his eyes as he blinks away the last vestiges of sleep. After, he tilts his head to look at me.

Our eyes lock, then I betray us both by lookingdown.

He only then realizes the problem at hand.

The verybigproblem.

Another groan, and then he sits up.

He doesn’t bother making an excuse about how it happens to all guys and that it doesn’t mean anything. He’s not even embarrassed, and why should he be?

If I were a dude and I was packing heat like that in my pants, good luck trying to force me into clothing. I’d be walking around nude from the waist down.

Cole, meanwhile, absolutely never let on this whole time!

The sneaky bastard.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

“Oh . . . good.”

A sudden urge to stretch washes over me, and I don’t resist. I’m a lazy cat reaching my hands up toward the headboard, flexing and then curling my toes. It feels so good. Cole watches me while I do it, like I’m putting on a show for him. I mean ... I wasn’t, not technically. But I like the way it feels when his eyes are on me, hooded and dark.

“You?”

“Fine,” he says brusquely. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Another so soon?”

He shoots me a glare, and I know, I justknow, what he’s going to do in there.

Tsk tsk tsk.

“Be quick, will you? I’d love one myself.”

I’m surprised he doesn’t shoot me the bird as he walks away.

I laugh as I push up to sit. I’d love to check the time, but the clock on the nightstand is blinking red. Blinking! That means there’s power again! I reach for the TV and turn it on. Then I power up my phone and plug it in.

There are a million texts from my parents.

Call us as soon as you get this!

Are you okay?

News doesn’t look good! Please answer your phone, Paige!

Guilt gnaws on me as I immediately dial their number.

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