Lena’s POV

I rounded the corner leading to my block and saw Cole standing in front of my house, the porch light washing over his features as he leaned casually against the short fence, both hands shoved into his pockets, staring blankly at the house across from mine.

For a second, my pace slowed, surprised and maybe a little unsettled by how natural it all looked—him, comfortably waiting outside my house in the cold, always showing up when I needed someone to distract me from my taunting ...