Page 43 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

Logan pulls away, his eyes bright with lust as the porch light reflects in them. “If you change your mind, call me.”

“I thought you had work.”

“You come first, babe. Always.” He lets me go and turns to Colt. “You comin’?”

“Forgot to tell Mia something,” Colt replies with his hands in his front pockets.

“All right.” Without a backward glance, Logan takes the steps to the driveway and leaves me alone with Colt.

I should go back inside. I should get the hell out of here. I should slam the door in Colt’s face, take a very cold shower, and drown my sorrows in Ben & Jerry’s. But instead, I’m standing here like an idiot with my arms folded and a fresh dose of jealousy ripping every single inch of my insides to shreds.

Wake the hell up, Ash, a voice inside of me screams.

I shake my head and turn on my heel when Colt grabs my arm, the memory from earlier tonight hitting me square in the chest.

“Tell me, Sunshine.” He pauses, and I hold my breath. “Did he notice?”

I scoff, blown away he even has the audacity to ask me such a stupid question. But I don’t pull away.

Why the hell am I not pulling away?

“Notice what?” I seethe, all too aware I know what he’s going to say. But I need to hear him say it. I need the reminder of what an asshole Colt Thorne really is. And I need it right now if I have any hope of keeping my sanity when it seems to disappear anytime he comes around.

His chest rumbles as Colt voices exactly what I need to hear. “Your dress.”

Yanking my arm out of his grasp, I turn and rise onto my tiptoes, getting right up in his face until less than an inch separates us. “You’re not allowed to ask me that question.”

“It’s a simple question, Sunshine.”

My upper lip curls in disgust. “No. It’s not. It’s not a simple question. Nothing about you is simple. And guess what, Colt? I want simple. And Mia needs simple after all the shit she’s been through. So, no. You’re not allowed to ask me that question. And you’re not allowed to notice my dress, especially when we both know Mia would happily let you take hers off tonight, and I wouldn’t have a say in shit.”

I walk inside with my head held high and close the door behind me. Quietly. Carefully. Like he hasn’t gotten under my skin. Like he doesn’t matter at all. Because he doesn’t.

I have a happy relationship with Logan.

And whatever spell Colt has cast on me needs to end. Now.

Striding toward the window, I slip my fingers between two wooden slats of the blinds and peek at the driveway, anxious for Colt’s truck to disappear. Once the coast is clear, I grab my keys from the counter and yell, “I’m going to Logan’s, Mia. See you tomorrow.”

The night air feels good against my heated skin as I climb into my car like a demon is chasing me.

Scratch that.

It isn’t a demon.

It’s my freaking doubts.

And they’re screaming louder than ever.

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COLT

Fucking hell.

I can hear her. And she isn’t quiet. The bed frame slams against the wall between my room and Logan’s, eviscerating any chance of sleep as Ash chants expletives over and over again. Never would’ve pegged her for having a dirty mouth, but I guess she’s up for anything when the occasion calls for it.

I toss my arm over my eyes, shutting out the image of what she must look like right now. Her hair a mess of waves down her back, her skin tinted pink and flushed, her mouth slightly open as she rolls her hips, chasing her orgasm.

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