The door swung open, and Cole’s hand was already shoving his belt into place while I forced out a laugh, pretending to wipe at my eyes like we’d just been joking about something ridiculous. I sat on the side of the bed, leaning forward with a fake smile plastered on my face, trying to ignore the heat still burning between my thighs.

Cole leaned casually against the wall by the window, his arms crossed, looking far too relaxed for what had just happened.

My mother stepped inside, scanning ...