you okay?â Cole asked abruptly, and she couldnât stop herself from blushing. âThe other night, it was ⦠scary.â
âSure,â she told him, pasting a smile on her face. âAbsolutely.â
âItâs justâ¦â He reached for her, almost as if he meant to touch her, and then pulled back before he could make contact. He let his hand fall back by his side. âAnyone would be shaken up.â
âWhat happened with Caitlyn after the party?â she asked then. âI called her parents and they said sheâs fine but they wouldnât let me talk to her. Did you find her house okay? Was she okay?â
âYeah,â Cole said, avoiding her eyes. âI mean, I assume so. I dropped her off on, ah, Sherman and rang her doorbell, just like she asked.â
Davis nodded, relieved. That was one weight off her shoulders. âI guess it was some optimizer sheâd taken ⦠I donât know. I guess sheâs freaked since weâre so close to PAs.â
Cole nodded, but his brow was furrowed, like there was something he couldnât figure out. Which was understandable. The whole thing was weird, what theyâd experienced together. The kiss, then Caitlyn almost ODâingâat least Davis assumed thatâs what had happened â¦
An image of Caitlyn at the party flashed through her mind. Blood coming from her mouth. Sheâd never seen blood like that before. Sheâd never even really seen anyone get sick before, aside from one time when Fia was a toddler and her temperature had reached dangerous highs. Back then, Terri and her dad had been thrown into a panic. Davis thought she knew now how they must have felt. The terror, an overwhelming rush of helplessness. Feeling out of control. She shuddered.
âIâm glad I saw you,â Cole said, looking concerned. âI was a little worried.â He stumbled over the last sentence, and Davis felt her face heating.
âReally, Iâm fine,â she told him again, burning all over from his previous words. Everything he said seemed weighted, like his words held greater significance than they could possibly convey. âI promise. Iâm really, really glad you were there to help.â It was an understatement.
Even more than that, heâd found her again. She hadnât dared hope to see him again, but sheâd wanted it badly. And now he was here, and the space between them was magnetic.
âIâm glad I was there, too.â His eyes met hers, burning her with their intensity. Her body filled with the same indescribable heat sheâd felt kissing him. Even a look from him rivaled a touch from anyone else she knew in its ability to make her skin react. She wondered if heâd kiss her again. She wondered if he had this same effect on everyone; the thought made her stomach turn, and she took a reflexive step back.
A loud beep interrupted them. Her dadâs vintage Rolls-Royce, dating from the first half of the twenty-first century, was just rolling through the gates to the school. Davis took a large step back, praying her dad hadnât seen anything. If he had, there would be an awful lot of questions. Impeccable timing, Dad.
âThatâs my ride,â she told Cole, but he was already starting to turn from her. âHey, Cole?â she called after him. âWait a sec.â He stopped but didnât move any closer. She trotted the few steps between them to close the gap. âWill I ⦠see you again?â
âYeah,â he told her, smiling a little. âIâll be around.â
Her heart sank. Maybe he hadnât felt what she felt, after all. Maybe heâd just checked up on her as a courtesy, not because he cared. If heâd cared, he would have made plans to see her again, asked for her number ⦠or at least her last name. With cold shock, she realized that maybe Vera was right. Maybe he couldnât be
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