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My face burns hotter, and I curse myself for the blush.
He knows. How could he know?
"What are you doing here?" I whisper, my gaze flicking down the hall behind him.
Cole steps closer, inside the room, and the door clicks shut behind him.
I nearly gasp at the trapped heat between us now.
"I heard a noise," he says. "Everything all right?"
He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I can smell his shampoo. His aftershave.
God, he smells so good.
"I, um..." My voice falters, and my heart thunders in my ears.
Was I making noises? I don't think so...
His dark eyes never leave mine, and he moves closer.
I can feel his breath on my lips.
"Were you having a nightmare?"
He reaches up and strokes a strand of hair away frommy cheek.
"N-no," I stammer.
His fingertips are like fire against my skin, and my knees nearly buckle.
"No?" he repeats, his voice barely a whisper.
I shake my head.
"No," I'm breathless and can barely get my words out. "I, um, I was reading."
His gaze flickers to the bed behind me again.
"What were you reading?" His tone is soft, but the edge is unmistakable.
He doesn't believe me.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
Cole leans closer, his breath ghosting over my cheek as he speaks. "What were you reading, Annie?"
A shiver runs through me, and I swallow hard.
"Um..." My voice trails off. “Some thriller.”
Cole's mouth curves into a half-smile, and he shakes his head.
"You're a terrible liar," he says, his voice low.
"I'mnot lying," I insist. “Why would I be lying?”
Cole leans even closer, his lips a breath away from mine. The heat between my legs intensifies, and I press my thighs together.