Cole’s POV

She let me kiss her; her fingers clutching my shirt like she was holding on for her dear life while I focused on swallowing the soft moans she was letting out.

Outside, I could hear the faint clicks of cameras and the murmurs from the crowd, but that didn’t stop me because, aside from trying to calm Lena and easing the chaos that had consumed her today, I needed to make the story I had written about us believable.

When I felt her fingers relax, resting softly on my chest ...