(Lena)
The bathroom door closed behind us.
For a moment neither of us moved.
I stood near the sink while Cole remained by the door.
The space between us felt smaller than it actually was.
I looked at him and smiled.
Tonight had been one of the best nights I'd had in a long time.
Not because anything extraordinary had happened.
Because it had been simple.
Good food.
Too much wine.
Diane being Diane.
Hours of laughter that left my face hurting.
The kind of evening I hadn't realized I needed until I had it.
Cole took a few steps toward me.
His eyes stayed on mine.
There was something comforting about that.
The way he always seemed completely present when he was with me.
No distractions.
No divided attention.
Just him.
Then he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
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