The Way He Looked at Me
I’m trapped.
“Nah,” he says, light and teasing. “I knew you were gay from the start.”
I blink at him, stunned. His face… pleased. Playful.
Playful Cole is lethal because Playful Me is even worse. Flirty. Shameless. Dangerous.
“Well, congratulations, Mr. Williams,” I say, trying to sound casual, failing spectacularly. “You’ve got a highly functional gaydar. Not everyone pulls that off.”
He harrumphs, tilts his head toward me, that smug grin spreading. I take a shaky sip of coffee.
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