Page 54 of Broken Silence
I stared at him with the same dumbfounded look as Mum.
Those fine words came from an adult.
“A death chair in a retirement home?” Mum repeated, shaking her head.
From everything in that little speech, that’s what stood out to her?
“Yeah. All those old people have a chair they always sit in, and ninety percent of them will die there.”
I shook my head. “Wow.”
I wasn’t even going to try. Mum opened her mouth but shut it quickly.
It was best not to encourage him.
“What are you two doing tomorrow?” Mum asked.
“I’m going to buy some new games because I’m so bored, I almost picked up a book.”
He needed to. If there was anything in the world that could help Jasper, it was reading.
“I’m guessing Oakley’s hanging out with Cole, and they’ll make eyes at each other and pretend they’re not minutes away from ripping each other’s clothes off.”
“Shut up, Jasper.”
“I don’t think I will. You should just get it over already. We all know you want to.”
“I’m tired.”
“Of course, you are,” Jasper muttered.
“Okay. Night, sweetheart. Love you,” Mum said.
“Love you, too, Mum.” I turned to look at them, and they were both smirking at me. “Shut up!”
I hated when Jasper was right. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, we never heard the end of it. The truth was, Cole and I had been getting closer, and it was only a matter of time before something happened. I didn’t even want to stop it anymore.
I got back into my bed, and this time, I was tired. It was almost three in the morning. My phone was on the futon beside my pillow.
Would Cole be mad if I called him now?
Before I could think myself out of it, I dialled his number. The worst that could happen was for him to tell me to call again in the morning.
“Hello?” Cole murmured on the third ring. His voice was thick with sleep, raspy and sexy.
I almost groaned, remembering how he’d woken me up a few times before. Early morning, hands roaming over my skin, erection against my back, and husky whispers in my ear.
“Hi.”
He groaned. “This’d better be good, Oakley. I was having arealnice dream.”
“Yeah? What about?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Yes, God, yes, I wanted to know.
“Let me guess… you were naked?”
