Page 179 of Unspoken Rules

Cole gestures to the coffee pot. “It’s already made if you want some.”

“You know I do.”

I make myself a cup of coffee, then lean against the counter, sipping it, while I watch him finish up. He has such a sexy back. I mean, how does a human have a sexy back? It’s such a strange thing to find attractive, but it’s the truth.

Though, now that I look closer, it isn’t just his back. It’s his broad shoulders that curve down to a narrow waist. His arms. His firm, round ass. Thick thighs… Okay, everything about Cole Harper is hot as hell.

“I can feel you checking me out.”

I smirk, taking another sip. “Am I not supposed to?”

Cole looks at me over his shoulder. “I like when you do.”

I put my coffee cup down and go to him, grabbing his face and kissing him.

I can do that now. At least, I think I can. He isn’t stopping me, so that’s something.

“Your food will burn,” he mutters against my lips.

“Fuck the food.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand to my chest and pushing me away. I pout. He points at me, giving me a stern look. “You aren’t getting any more dick until you eat breakfast.”

I raise a brow. “Is that so?”

He gives me a look that tells me he dares me to test him. I kind of want to but choose not to. Not today. I pick up my coffee and keep drinking it.

It doesn’t take long for the food to be done. I gather the plates and silverware. Cole plates the food and puts it on the island. I grab glasses and the carton of orange juice along with the syrup and butter.

We eat in silence. Which gives me too much time to think about the conversation we have to have.

When we’re done, we work together to clean up the mess. It’s amazing how flawlessly we get things done, even after all the time we’ve spent apart. When the last dish is dry and put away, Cole leans against the counter, giving me the look that tells me it’s time.

“Damn, can’t even let my food settle first?” I ask.

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head before glancing at the clock on the stove.

“We’re meeting Chris for brunch in an hour.”

“Brunch?” I blurt, gesturing to the stove. “You just fed me enough pancakes to feed a small country, and you expect me to eat again?”

“No.” He steps to me, putting his hands on my waist. “I knew you’d be too nervous to eat brunch with Chris, so I made sure to feed you now.”

Holy hell, this man is too perfect.

The warmth of his mouth on my neck has me sighing. He kisses up to my jaw until he reaches my lips. His are so perfect, so soft.

“Cole…” I rest my forehead against his, closing my eyes.

His hands slide around to my lower back, and he pulls me closer to him. I wrap mine around his neck. We stand there for a long while. I shift my head to his shoulder, resting my cheek on him.

“This isn’t going to work, is it?” I finally say, a heavy weight settling right in my chest.

Cole steps back and I straighten, missing the warmth of his body and the way his skin feels against mine. “Why would you say that?”

“It’s too perfect.”

He frowns. “It makes me sad you think something perfect can’t work.”

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