Lena’s POV

I barely slept that night because every time I closed my eyes, hoping to drift into my dreams, my brain did that annoying thing where it refused to shut up, replaying Cole’s words about him having something to show me on a loop. It was as if it wanted me to memorize every line of it before it would let me be.

Left with no other choice, I lay there, staring at the ceiling as I let my imagination run wild on what that something could be.

The first thing I thought about was ...