**Completed** Cole Galloway has always had just enough of an ego to believe that the women falling at his feet were deserved. With an abundance of charm and looks to die for, who wouldn't want him?
Wynona Caldwell. That's who.
When Cole sets his s...
Above, Is There Somewhere by Halsey. Below, Wynona in all her formal wear glory, courtesy of Shay Mitchell.
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Wynona
Just like that, I'm back for more.
I swear my head and my heart will always be at odds. No matter how many times I try to walk away, he draws me back in with one flawless smile.
It's wrong. Forbidden.
That's why I want it... That's why.
I shake my head in frustration, willing my mind to continue convincing my heart that it only wants what it can't have. Any other explanation is preposterous.
So what if I am lying to myself? The definition of insanity applies to relationships too, and no acceptable outcome is possible for Cole and me. Our futures were written in the stars before we were born, by virtue of our lineage, never to intersect. We're two parallel lines, destined to battle over a flipping commodity that's caught between us like a child torn between divorcing parents.
We will never be.
I wind my hair into a messy French twist and a stray lock falls, brushing lightly over my collar. I need to be ready soon, and I'm trying desperately to focus, thinking of anything besides my blissful encounter.
I was doing a good job of avoiding him. I didn't darken the doors of the gym, and I even ordered room service to avoid the hotel restaurant. Still, he found me. And I caved. Again.
My skin prickles with heat as I recall his mouth colliding with mine in the alleyway this afternoon, his scent still gracing my skin. My pulse races with the memory of his strong hands exploring the curves of my body. The summer warmth only served to intensify our impulses...
I swallow hard, returning my attention to my hair and makeup. I go to tuck an errant hair into place in front of the mirror, when I notice the vibrant crimson glow filling my cheeks.
No need for blush tonight, apparently.
Dammit.
I don't have much longer to get ready for the snooty dinner tonight, where all of the big-wigs of the oil industry will sit around talking about how great they are, and yet I'm still perving over a guy that deserves so much more than the cheap thrills I can offer.
Cole freaking Galloway...
It was a blessing and a curse for us both when his family moved to Tyler in eighth grade. His granddad's funeral sparked a firestorm of chaos without any warning for either of us.
Cole was ushered into the ornate sanctuary along with the rest of his family on the day of the funeral, and I immediately knew who he was. I also knew that he was off limits. Caldwells and Galloways don't mix. Well, they do in public, and it's all lighthearted humor and fun. Behind closed doors, however, is another matter.
