“For what?”
“For you to wake up and realize you belong with him.”
She snorts, shaking her head. “You are so dramatic.”
I say nothing. Just stare.
Her teasing expression softens slightly, and after a beat, she exhales, stepping closer to my chair. “Noah and I are just friends, Cole. That’s it. I swear.”
I should let it go. I should say okay and move on.
Instead, I keep pushing. “He’s your type.”
She raises a brow. “Oh? And what’s my type?”
“Younger,” I say without hesitation. “Not twenty years older than you.”
She blinks at me. Then, to my absolute irritation, she grins. “Oh my God. You’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” I say immediately.
She laughs. Actually laughs.
“Cole Wagner, are you seriously sitting here stewing over my friendship with Noah?”
I scowl. “I’m not stewing.”
She crosses her arms, still smirking. “Mmm. You are. I think you really are.”
I exhale sharply and rub a hand over my jaw. “You should get some sleep.”
She sighs. “Yeah, yeah.” But she doesn’t move.
She watches me for a long moment, her smirk fading into something quieter. Her blue eyes search mine, and for once, I let her. Let her see the truth I won’t say out loud.
After a moment, Annie shakes her head and walks over to me. “You’re ridiculous,” she says with a sigh before sitting in my lap.
I my drink down on the table next to me and wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
I arch a brow. “Because I care?”
“No.” Her lips twitch. “Because you won’t admit that you care.”
I hold her gaze. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
Something flickers across her face—slight amusement. Like she’s got me pegged. Well, I’ll show her.
I take a slow breath. “Annie.”
She tilts her head. “Cole.”
I exhale through my nose, watching her.
Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I say the words I’ve been thinking all evening.
“Go on a date with me.”
Her lips part slightly, and sheleans back, her brows raising in surprise. “What?”