Page 108 of The Heart Breaker

She just stares at me, blinking. “Block it out?” She cuts herself off and shakes her head. “Aurora. Are you actually serious right now? This is huge. When? How?Why?”

I press a hand to my forehead and let out a breath. “I don’t know, okay? I genuinely have no idea what’s happening or why or what we even are, I just—” I look up at her, swallowing hard. “I didn’t tell you because, first of all, this is completely insane.”

“So insane,” Isabella says immediately.

“I’ve hated his guts for as long as I can remember, and now?—”

She tilts her head, the corner of her mouth curving. “Now he’s rearranging your guts?”

My jaw drops, a laugh bursting out of me. “Who the hell are you?”

She smirks, lifting her shoulder in a shrug. “Learned from the best.”

I open my mouth, ready to argue, but Isabella beats me to it.

“Maisie had a theory, you know,” she says. “A while back. That something was going on between you two.”

I huff out a breath. “Of course she did.”

“She’s perceptive.”

“Terrifyingly.”

“I told her she was wrong,” Isabella says, and when I look at her again, the teasing has faded from her face. “I told her there was no way, because you would’ve told me.”

My chest tightens. “I’m sorry. I wanted to. So many times. I just…” I press my lips together. “I was embarrassed. Mortified, honestly, that I even let him touch me in the first place. And then I kept going back. And now?—”

I let the sentence trail off, swallowing down the words.

Isabella tilts her head. “You love him?” she finishes, which makes my mouth go dry, the words settling themselves in my stomach.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “We’re not even anything. We just…” I break off again and let out a groan, my throat tightening. “God. What am I even doing?”

Isabella crosses the room and pulls me into a hug before I can say anything else. I press my face into her shoulder and shut my eyes.

“You don’t need to have this all figured out right now,” she says, before she pulls back and narrows her eyes. “But if he hurts you, I will cut his balls off and staple them to his forehead.”

I blink at her, letting out a slightly terrified laugh. “And you called me dramatic when I threatened Ryan.”

“Ryan never hurt me,” she says with a shrug. “But your history with Cole is… a lot.”

My mouth twists, because unfortunately, she’s not wrong.

I think about the last two days anyway. Him coming back from practice and dropping onto the couch beside me like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Bringing me a sweet treat without even asking if I want one because apparently he’s figured out by now that the answer is always yes. Being carried to the bed by him after I snooze off on the couch and sleeping on his chest, feeling warm and safe.

“He’s been different lately,” I tell her. “Weirdly…” I pause, because the word feels embarrassing even to me. “Sweet. Which makes everything so much more confusing.”

Isabella’s gaze drops to the bag. “You’re staying with Cole tonight?” she guesses.

“Yeah,” I say, already feeling heat creep into my cheeks.

She studies me for a couple of seconds. “I hope he’s good to you, Aurora.” Her hand finds my shoulder. “You deserve someone who’s good to you.”

I press my lips together, not knowing how to answer, because I don’t know what is happening between Cole and me. I just know what it feels like when he looks at me, like I’m the only thing in front of him. Like I’m the only thing he sees.

And I don’t think I ever realized how badly I wanted that.

“Fuck, Prescott,” Cole groans as I grind on his cock, taking him deep with every roll of my hips. “Take what you need from me,” he says, his head hitting the back of the couch cushions. “Use my cock as your toy.”