Page 166 of Unspoken Rules

“Did you need anything else?” he asks, his tone clipped.

I shake my head and step back. “No, sor—”

He closes the door in my face before I can get the word out. I frown at the door, stepping forward to open it and tell him off. But I pause.

Tell him off for what?

Closing the door in my face? It’s his house. He can do what he wants. I’m the guest here. This is such a typical Cole thing to do. Something I never would have taken offense to before because it’s just him. This is the part he shows other people, and that’s the problem. I’m not used to being on that side of things anymore. I saw all the best parts of him, and it’s what I’m used to. How do I go back to having a normal relationship with him, knowing everything I know about him now? So many lines have been crossed. Everything is blurred. I don’t know what is normal and what is him being mad. Reading him isn’t as easy as it was before.

I turn to leave.

That’s when I hear it.

I pause, closing my eyes.

There it is again.

Goddamnit…

I grit my teeth, turning to face the door and stepping close to it. I put my ear against the wood.

Another groan.

Dickhead.

He’s doing this on purpose. He knows I’m out here.

Doesn’t he? Or is he just taking care of himself because he has to? Because he saw me? He couldn’t possibly know I’m still standing out here, could he?

I reach for the doorknob but pull my hand away.

No, Bryson. Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it.

His groans get closer together. Longer. Deeper.

Fuck, I’m so hard. I hate that he’s in there touching himself. Making himself come. Because I want to be the one to do that. I want to be the one to make him feel good. I want to watch him the way he just watched me. Keep things fair…

Fuck it.

I’m doing it.

I’m going in.

Fuck everything, I want this.

I’m leaving on Monday. I may as well just go in here, get one last fuck in, and be done with him forever.

We never got a goodbye fuck.

Well, we can have that now.

I push my way into the room, stopping dead in my tracks when I see Cole standing at the other end of the room.

Exercising.

Yeah. This fucker is doing curls with some pretty big hand weights.

When he sees me, he stops, raising a brow.

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