บททั้งหมดของ Miss Goody Two Shoes : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Through the crisscrossing metal, Cole could see the dark smudges of pedestrians and cars, the streets turned into ribbons, the buildings into toys. Sweat burst across her palms and between her fingers, and she tightened her grip on the scaffolding before she was chasing pavements in a terrifyingly literal fashion. For a moment or two, she just clung there with her eyes closed. Going up and going down both seemed equally unpleasant just then…so she sucked in a breath of startlingly cold air and pulled herself onto the next bar. Climbing was hard work once the novelty wore off. And even the fear got boring after a while. All she could hear was the clunk of Ellery's boots and the wheezing of her own breath. If she survived, she'd probably have to do something about her general fitness. Yoga just wasn't cutting it. Finally—somehow—Cole made it to the top. Hot, sweaty, on the verge of a heart attack, but triumphant. Ellery was sitting on the edge of the roof, feet dangli

Sometimes Cole danced, sometimes she hugged, sometimes she was being hugged. And it was all good. So good. The heat and closeness of bodies stripped of the threat or promise of sex. She was vaguely aware she was On Drugs. Blatantly high. But it didn’t feel like anything bad. It was gentle. Tender. Drawing her closer to the music, to the dancers, to Ellery who had her arms around her, her body nestled against hers, her lips against her neck. They were so with each other right then. Cole loved her very much. She wanted to hold her forever. Like this. Nothing but this. It was perfect. Beautiful. The music was their heart. The light their blood. They were shining. They were turquoise and emerald and purple and amethyst and electric blue. Jewels inside them. Sparking where they touched. This was what Tagore wanted. This was how they should be. Everything was so very clear. Not like the blurry happiness of alcohol or the fuzzy warmth of weed. And Cole understood Ell

It was nearly ten o’clock, and Cole was still sitting there, naked and alone, surrounded by melting ice and ruined sushi. She had tried calling, but to no avail. Her wrists were bound, but she still had her fingers and nose for emergencies. She wondered if something had happened to Aiden, and if it would be on the news. Cole also fretted over her predicament, and the fact that Bellerose wasn’t available for assisting with ill-advised acts of self-bondage. She wriggled her hands back and forth and discovered she’d done a really good job of immobilizing herself. The more she tugged, the more her knots held. She’d have to wait for Aiden. But he wasn’t coming, was he? After everything she’d said this morning. After she had begged him. Not in a hot, sexy, exciting way. In a pathetic, awful, humiliating way. Cole wondered if Aiden was laughing at her or bored of her. How could he have said everything he’d said and done everything he’d done, gone out of his way to be k

Eventually Cole calmed down. She wiped her eyes and her nose. Hazel gathered up Cole's things and led her off the path to the top of a little rise where they sat down. Cole took a deep breath. It was cold enough that the air felt almost sharp inside her lungs. Pure. Like she was the first person ever to breathe it. Hugging her knees, she let the horizon fill her eyes. The rock-stippled grass rolled away into sand dunes. And then came the golden sweep of Oldshoremore Beach and beyond it the impossibly blue sea, the turquoise waves turning silver-tipped, like something from a Caribbean dream. Except, y’know, way up in the north of Scotland where sun was something that happened to other people. Hazel nudged Cole's shoulder. “Better?” “Yeah. Sorry. I just feel like an idiot.” “Isn’t that what being twenty is all about?” “Being an idiot?” “No.” She grinned, looking all impish and twinkly. “I meant, falling for unsuitable people. Breaking hea

Cole was sufficiently overwhelmed that even when he moved his hand, she didn’t pull away. She just stood there quietly while he kissed her cheeks, her eyes, and the tip of her nose. “I know you don’t, but I think we could have something good together. If you could just accept its—my—limitations.” “We already tried it your way, and you made me feel like shit,” Cole replied. “It wasn’t exactly straightforward for me, either. Being constantly aware of letting you down.” Cole stared at him, shocked and a little bit horrified. He always seemed so controlled and unreachable that she hadn’t really imagined the possibility of, well, affecting him at all. “You won’t let me down, as long as you try.” “You have no idea what you’re asking.” And here they were: going round this mulberry bush again. “Stop treating me like I don’t understand my own desires. Or like I can’t handle yours.” Cole dragged herself out of his arms with a frust