I sat in between my two friends and Cole sat across from us. His gaze had been on me the entire time, not wavering even for a moment since I’d stepped out of my apartment. There was something else going on. Something more intense. It couldn’t have just been what happened between us yesterday. He’d come home the night before from God knows where to climb into my bed and give me his back. I thought he would want to talk. I was even tempted to demand to know where he’d been. But I hadn’t, not wanting to shrink to his level, to reveal my jealousy, my shock that he’d left me in the bathroom wet, wanting him. I’d wanted him so badly I’d fucked my hand in the shower and moaned his name as I came. So pathetic. But now he stared at me, his dark eyes pools of something sinister. Something brooding and utterly focused. He never even glanced at Vic or Chris as they made quiet conversation with one another and with me. I tried to pay attention to them, to focus on their words as they talked about their lives, their experiences in New York.
