Page 68 of Broken Silence
“Hi,” she said, running her hands through my hair as I lifted my head from her shoulder.
“Hi.” I smiled.
Her hands slid down my neck and over my shoulders. “That was perfect, Cole.”
“I am so in love with you,” I told her, and kissed her lips.
Chapter 13
Oakley
Aweek had passed since Cole and I had slept together, and we’d become inseparable. If he wasn’t at work, we were together. I loved every second of getting to know who he was now… and getting to relearn everything that drove him wild in bed.
My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Cole sleeping beside me. The cover was pulled down, revealing his naked chest. I touched my lips where he’d spent the best part of the night kissing me.
I was in his bed this time.
There was nothing holding us back anymore. No one was surprised to see us back on… and no one addressed the Australia issue. I wanted to forget it because I had him back.
I didn’t know what we were doing—I was just enjoying every second of it.
Cole stirred beside me, rubbing his eyes as he woke. I watched him with a contentment in my heart as he reached out and stroked my cheek. Touching me was the first thing he did every morning, like he was checking that I was real. I could barely keep my hands off him.
“Good morning,” I whispered, closing my eyes at the feel of his fingertips gently gliding across my jaw. Every place he touched burned in the most delicious way.
“Morning.” He kissed me softly. “I love waking up to you like this.”
I sighed and pressed my head into his shoulder, breathing him in. “Me, too.”
“If I ask you something, will you promise not to get mad at me?”
“Are you going to ask how I’m feeling because I’m in court today?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes.”
I’d done a stellar job of ignoring that, too.
“Then, don’t ask because I’ll get mad.”
On a sigh, he sat up. “All right. I have a message from Jasper. He’s ranting that there are posts on Facebook.”
I didn’t use social media because it was toxic as hell, but Jasper ranted every now and again that details of what our dad had done were being shared. I wanted to avoid that.
trial of local man in sick pedophile ring
pedophile let friend abuse own daughter
family man found with thousands of child pornography images
My stomach burned as I scanned the headlines. I wanted to scream at them. It was so fucking frustrating! Nothing involving children was porn. It wasabuse.
Yeah, I didn’t want to see people I knew sharing shit like that online. Because they would. Because they knew my dad, and they knew me. I didn’t want to see a shared post with a caption:I can’t believe I lived near him!
Mum had been contacted for a statement before. I had, too, and it was only a matter of time before it started again.
“I don’t want to hear about it,” I finally said, turning away.
He frowned. “They’re supportive posts… but they’re still there.”
