Book 11: Just Do It

Misty

I fell asleep curled around Cole in the late hours of the night. He’d laid me in bed, and I’d immediately pulled him back to me, not ready to give him up just yet.

I can’t tell myself this doesn’t mean anything anymore. This feeling–this overwhelming ache–isn’t growing weaker, and I’m desperate for a way to keep him. 

I drew lines over his chest and stomach as we fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sheets tangled and pushed to the edge of the bed, listening to the rain pour over Oasia. 

But I wake up to Cole sitting straight up in bed. 

I rub my eyes, blinking into the darkness. “What’s wrong?”

He shushes me, his body rigid as he scans the room. 

Fear creeps through my body. My heart skips a beat as he slowly, silently, slides out of bed and pulls on his discarded pants, fastening his belt. Still, he looks around, his eyes narrowing as somewhere in the depths of the apartment, a door clicks shut.&