Page 57 of I Wish I Would’ve Warned You (Forbidden Wishes #3)

COLE

W hen I open the door to my studio gallery, Matt is sitting on the chaise.

I avoid his gaze as I move through the space, shutting all the blinds one by one.

“Did you come here to talk shit and judge me, too?” I ask.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I would never.”

“Well, in that case, I’m not accepting commissions at this time, but you’re free to look around and see if there’s something you like.”

“I came here to check on you, Cole,” he says gently. “You haven’t answered any of my texts or calls.”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

I sigh, too numb to argue. “Want some coffee or something?”

He stands and walks toward me—no hesitation, no words—just pulls me into a hug.

“It’s alright, man,” he says, patting my back. “It’s alright…”