CHAPTER 3
Cole carried me into his dorm like I weighed nothing, his lips still hot on mine. I clung to his shoulders, dazed from what had just happened at the rink.
He kicked the door shut with his foot, dropped me gently on the bed, and hovered over me. His hoodie was off, leaving just the plain white tee stretched across his chest. Sweat, faint musk, soap—he smelled intoxicating.
I stared up at him, heart racing. He didn’t say a word at first, just brushed his fingers down my cheek, slower, softer than I’d ever seen him.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
I nodded, voice caught in my throat. “Yeah.”
“Good.” His mouth curved. “Because I’m not letting you run from me tonight.”
He kissed me again, but not rushed—deep, unhurried. His tongue tangled with mine as his weight sank down over me
