Heather and I pull into the driveway. Today has been a lot of fun. We both found dresses for the gala and shoes to match. I forgot what having a shopping day with a girlfriend was like.
“Thank you for today. I had fun.” I tell Heather as we get out of her car.
“Thank you for coming. We need to do it again soon.” She says.
“Absolutely. I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, Dani said she’d be here around two tomorrow. See you later!” I say and head up the stairs to my place while Heather goes through the gate to get to the back door of hers.
Inside, I head straight to the closet to hang my dress up and put my other bags down. I grab my phone out of my purse and see that Cole had texted me.
Cole: I’m all alone.
Adriana: Sounds like a personal problem.
Cole: haha. You’re funny.
Adriana: I know. ;)
Cole: What am I going to do with you?
Adriana: I’m sure you have ideas.
Cole: I just might.
Adriana: Did you still want to come over?
Cole: I do. If you are up for company.
Adriana: Get over here before I change my mind Casanova.
Since I know it doesn’t take Cole long to get here from his place, I grab a change of clothes and change quickly. Just as I get his hoodie over my head, I hear a knock at the door.
I walk to the door and make sure it’s Cole before I open it.
“Hey Co.” I say as he walks in.
“Hi Gorgeous.” He says before he pulls me in for a hug.
Gah, I love this man’s bear hugs. They’re always just what I need. I pull back and close the door and lock it. I turn and head to the living room, knowing Cole will follow me.
I sit down on the couch and place my back to the armrest with my feet crisscross in front of me. Cole, of course, takes the seat next to me. He puts his hand on my knee.
“How was guy time with the team?” I ask.
“It was interesting. Especially after you and Heather left.”
“And why is that?” I inquire.
“Look, I’m not the boyfriend that tells you who you can and can’t talk to or hangout with.” Cole says.
“Boyfriend, huh?” I ask with one eyebrow up and a smirk.
“I did say all in.” he tells me.
I can’t help but smile at him. This man is sassing me.
“Do we need to define what that means?” He questions.
“No, I think I get it now, boyfriend.” I tell him.