“Did you just refer to your penis in the third person?”
“Too much?” My brow arched playfully, but her expression sobered. “Sofe, what is it?”
“Thank you. Thank you for… for this. For everything.”
Lifting a hand, I brushed the flyaway hairs from her face and smiled again. “I meant what I said, Sofia. I’m all in. You’re my girl.”
The air turned thick around us as she gazed up at me. And then she whispered eight little words that wreaked havoc on my heart.
“I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Sofia
“Sofia.”
Someone trailed a path of warm, wet kisses over my shoulder and across the back of my neck.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Wake up, babe. It’s getting late and we need to check out.”
“C-Cole?” I cracked an eye open, his gorgeous face coming into view.
“There you are.” He smiled and my heart fluttered. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m tired.”
His brows furrowed. “You slept for like eleven hours.”
“I did?” I tried to sit up, but exhaustion radiated in every inch of me. “Whoa. I feel out of it this morning.”
“Is that normal?” Cole asked, concern pinching his brows.
“Sometimes.”
“We should call your parents.”
“No, don’t. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I just need some water and something to eat.”
The last thing I wanted was Mom and Dad worrying. I’d managed to persuade Cole to let me text them last night instead of calling, but I’d kept it brief. Everything was fine. I was fine.
He’d disapproved. But Iwasfine. Exhaustion and fainting were part of my life now. It was nothing to worry about—nothing more than usual anyway.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost ten.”
“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”
“I tried. I’ve been trying for like the last thirty minutes.”
“Oh, sorry. You must have tired me out.” I ran my hand along his bicep and gave him what I hoped was a small, seductive smile.
“You were out like a light before eleven.”
“Cole, I—”