Lena’s POV
Cole's car isn't in the driveway when I arrive at his place. His father's is. The smart move is to leave. I park, check my hair in the mirror, and walk to the garage.
I've been dating Cole for six months. He's sweet, he's my age, and he f***s like a boy who learned everything from porn he watched on mute. It's fine. He's fine.
His father is the problem.
Vincent. Forty-seven. Divorced. Built like a man who's spent his whole life working on his body. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest that looks carved from something harder than regular human, and these hands.
Big, rough, calloused hands that make everything they hold look small. I think about those hands every night while Cole fumbles beside me in the dark.
The garage door is open. Classic rock on the radio. Vincent is u
