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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Cole

Adriana is walking up the stairs in front of me and I can’t help but to check her out. I don’t care that she’s in sweats, she’d be fucking stunning in a damn potato sack. It’s like her curves were tailor made for me. When she fell asleep on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but to make her comfortable so she could continue to nap, and my hand fit perfectly on her hip.

Every time she’s near me I can’t help but only see her. There is this feeling that happens when I touch her, like earlier in the pool today and tonight. It just felt so normal to be hanging out watching a movie like that.

Like we’ve done it before a million times.

I almost stopped in my tracks when we were heading downstairs when my brain registered what my eyes were seeing. Adriana with my name and number on the back?. Something inside my chest roared with pride. It’s not something I’ve felt before, not even with Layla in my jersey. All of this just makes me want to get to know her more.

As friends, Cole.

I know that’s a lie, but I’m not ready to admit that yet.

“Thanks for hanging out tonight, you lot.” I say as we meet Heather and Ty at the front door.

“Thank you for hosting.” Adriana replies.

“Thanks, bro. We enjoyed hanging out. See ya tomorrow.” Ty says.

“See you guys tomorrow.” I confirm.

They head out and I make my way around the house, locking up. Making my way up to my bedroom, I strip down to my boxers and get into bed. Turning on the tv and leaving it on whatever movie is playing.

I grab my phone from the side table and start scrolling through social media. I stop on a video that talks about once you give a girl a hoodie, it’s no longer yours and of course my mind goes straight back to the dark-haired beauty. I back out of the app to go to my text messages.

Cole: I’m never getting that hoodie back, am I?

It takes a few minutes, but she replies.

Adriana: Did you really want it back?

Cole: Not if you’re going to keep wearing it.

Adriana: It is pretty comfortable.

Cole: It’s my favorite one.

Adriana: Was.

Cole: Was what?

Adriana: Was your favorite one.

Cole: Because I’m not getting it back?

Adriana: Because now it’s my favorite.

Cole: Good, that means every time you wear it you’ll think of me ;)

Adriana: Are you flirting with me?

Cole: I’m not telling.

Adriana:

Cole: What?

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