Page 68 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

“Everyone but me,” she teases.

“Mia…”

“I’m kidding. And even though you make a good point, I think it’s still worth the risk. Don’t you?”

I bite my lip. “Maybe?”

“Maybe?” Her perfectly plucked brow arches.

“Okay, yes. I think Colt’s worth the risk. The question is, does he think I am too?”

“Only one way to find out.” She stabs a piece of cold French toast. “Now, get out of here so I can enjoy my breakfast.”

I take a step toward the door as she calls out, “Wait!”

“Yeah?”

She throws off the sheets with a soft whoosh and heads to her closet, rummaging through it for a few seconds. When she finds what she’s looking for, she tosses me a grin over her shoulder and throws me a white ball of cotton fabric.

“What the…?” My voice trails off as I straighten the material and lift it in the air. “Colt’s shirt? Really?”

She grins back at me. “Thought I’d hold onto it in case you needed it. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Tucking it over my arm, I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Enjoy your breakfast.”

“Enjoy your orgasms when Colt sees you in his shirt!” she calls as I walk out of her room.

I cover my face and laugh.

Whatever.

29

COLT

Ash and I haven’t spoken since I kissed her, and she pushed me away. I told her how I felt, and she went home. I didn’t reach out to her afterward. Didn’t think I should, no matter how much I wanted to.

She texted me yesterday, though. She invited me to her place for the tutoring session so she wouldn’t run into Logan.

But the text was short. Detached. And it didn’t tell me anything about what she’s thinking after her conversation with Mia.

Which means I’m flying blind.

And I hate flying blind.

Tearing my attention from her bedroom window, I climb out of my truck and lock the doors. Trudging up the steps, my senses are on full alert. After a few soft knocks against Ash’s door, it opens with a quiet squeak.

“Hi,” Ash greets me, her baby blue gaze dropping to the floor. Shy. Unsure. Sexy as hell.

“Hey.”

She steps aside but doesn’t say a word, letting me into her apartment as Mia appears from the hall.

“Hey, Lover Boy,” she says when she sees me as she grabs her purse from the coat rack next to the door. “I’m going out. You two have fun.” Her attention shifts from Ash to me, and she winks, slipping out the door without a backward glance.

“Everything good?” I ask as I watch her disappear down the stairs toward the driveway.

“Mm-hmm,” Ash hums. She wrings her hands in front of her. Realizing she’s fidgeting, she forces herself to stop and motions to the kitchen table. “Wanna take a seat?”

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