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Chapter 48

SO COLD

He leaned forward, our slow breaths mingling together, his lips grazed against my own, almost hesitantly at first and then our eyes fluttered closed, our mouths against each other again. The kiss became urgent, feral need awakening inside the pit of my stomach. My back met the mattress, he moved on top, never breaking the kiss, elbow rested beside me to keep his weight off. His hips dug into mine, and with one hand tangled in my hair, I felt his hardening arousal against me. He broke the kiss, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it away. His gaze was heated, lustful. My hand skimmed across his jaw line, thumb swiping against his bottom lip, and then curling around his neck, bringing him back down, resuming our make-out session. Lost in a lascivious haze, the windows steamy, our needs primal and carnal at the forefront of our minds, we didn't notice the soft knock on my bedroom door neither Isiah opening it and walking in.

He cleared his throat.

We broke apart, I exclaimed. "Isiah!" It was an uncomfortable situation. My cheeks reddened. My teeth were clenched. Kill me.

Cole slipped onto the bed beside me.

Isiah spoke with stiff lips. "Breakfast is on the table. I expect to see you both there in ten minutes – with a shirt on." He added testily, eyes flickering to half-naked Cole. He shut the door after him.

"I am mortified," I groaned, head in my hands.

"Shall I leave?" he asked, getting up to pick his sweatshirt.

"It's your choice. What do you want to do?"

He flashed a wicked smile. "I'm hungry."

I half-rolled my eyes, sighed in aggravation, standing. "Of course you are."

"Ask me what for."

My face twisted. "You have a one-track mind."

"We have ten minutes. It's long enough."

"I would rather shove hot coal up my vagina."

"I'm offended."

"Good." I opened the door. "I'm going to wash my face and brush my teeth."

"I was wondering what that smell was,"

"I hate you,"

"I'll see you downstairs."

I turned to him in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. If I need you to hold my hand, I'll holler."

"I hope he eats you alive," I referred to my uncle.

He laughed. We headed in different directions. I took a quick, two-minute cold shower. I danced about on the floor, wincing as the jets hit my back. It was awful, however, I was clean and that was all that mattered. I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt for the hot summer day and walked down the stairs, rounded the corner for the kitchen. I braced myself for the worst. Grandma was laughing, a pleased glow to her face. Cole's lips were quirked up slightly. Seth screwed his expression up. "That's cheesy, man." The only person who wasn't joining in with the antics was Isiah, he sipped his coffee quietly, a tense hand holding the newspaper. I don't believe he was actually reading, just pretending.

"Morning Grandma," I leaned down and kissed her cheek and slipped into the seat beside Cole. "Everything alright?" The question was aimed at him.

He gave a nod.

A bowl of cereal was set in front of me – Golden Nuggets, my absolute favourite – I picked up the jug of milk, pouring until I was satisfied. 60% cereal, 40% milk. Unless it was Weetabix, then it was two bowls of milk for one Weetabix – warm, never cold.