Secrets Vol. 2(2)

Blinking hard, I look away. I pull my knees into my chest, and wrap my hands around my ankles. "He's tried to do what I want." I realize where this conversation is going. I'm not sure if I want to talk about it with him. I barely know Cole, but after today, things have changed. The fact that he blindly trusts me wasn't missed. And it's so easy to talk to him.

"And?" Cole prompts.

"And he offered to do what I want, but it's not the same. It's like the difference between really wanting a cookie and just thinking it's so-so." I'm staring at my feet. When he doesn't' answer, I look up at him. He's smiling at me with a strange expression on his face. "What?"

"Cookies? Really? We're using a cookie metaphor in sex conversation?" he smiles at me, and nudges my shoulder with his. "Come on. Talk to me. You know my darkest secret. You can tell me yours."

I smile softly, "How'd you know it was about sex?" I cringe as I say it, my cheeks growing hotter.

"Why else would you be beat-red right now? And I'm onto your diversions. Cookies, Skittles - do you always chose food when you're trying to skip over something important?" I smile shyly at him, but don't respond. I can't say it. I want to, the question is sitting on my tongue, but I can't. "Come on Lamore," he urges, bumping my shoulder again

"Fine," I say nervously. "I'll just ask, but don't laugh at me. This is a girl question, and you're not a girl."

"Obviously," he grins.

I bump his shoulder back and then say, "Do you think a relationship has a chance if one partner is too bland for the other?"

"Bland?" he asks like he doesn't know what I mean.

I nod, "Yeah, like he likes things kinky and I like things vanilla." I have no idea why I switched our roles. Edward was vanilla, and I wanted to be the kink goddess. I didn't realize I was wringing my fingers until Cole patted my hand.

"Stop," he releases my fingers when I look up at him. "It doesn't mean it can't work out, but there will also be a rift there for him. You won't feel it, but he's not going to feel satisfied as frequently. That's an issue in any relationship. And it's not something that's your fault. It's just the way it is."

"You don't think he'd change? That he could be more... vanilla?" There is desperation in my voice, like I know the answer before he even says it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I already know that things are destined to fail with Edward. I just don't want to write off a good man for something that seems so selfish, especially if he is satisfied. At the same time, dealing with bland sex for a lifetime is something that doesn't hold much appeal.

Cole looks aside, and shakes his head. "Sorry, but no. People like that tend to be passionate and they want to show it. It surfaces in other areas of their lives, too. A person who speaks, acts, and breathes passionately isn't going to become a subdued lover. It's not who they are... "

Staring at his eyes, I speak without thinking, "A person like you."

Cole is passionate. He knows what I'm talking about. While he was telling me what he thought, I realize that he's talking about himself. My face flushes when I realize what I've said. His eyes fixate on my lips until I look away.

He grins at me, "A person exactly like me. Listen, Anna - " he reaches for my hand. When he brushes his fingers against it, I look up at him. He doesn't touch me for long. It's little things here and there. I look up at him, and he says, "I think I'm just telling you what you already know."

His voice is soft, his eyes don't quite meet mine. Cole rubs his thumb against the back of my hand. I can't stop staring at it. My heart is pounding. I can't control how he makes me feel.

"Don't change for anyone. In the end, it's not worth it," he says and then grins again. "Besides, depriving the world of Anna Lamore would be a sin. I'd have to seriously punch this dude in the face."

His words are so unexpected that I snort-laugh. It is one big honk. My hands fly to my mouth to hide it, but my face turns beet red anyway. Cole laughs, his eyes bright blue and shining. The warmth in his voice fills me up inside. The rich tones flow so easily, so confidently. I want what he has. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin.

When our eyes lock, I wonder what he's thinking, what he sees when he looks at me. Previously, he's said I was a child, but his gaze now says otherwise. The intensity of his eyes makes me hot. A current runs through the center of my body. I can't look away. Cole leans closer until I feel his breath wash across my lips. Every inch of me is vibrating. I want him to touch me, to feel his palm against my face and taste his beautiful lips.

My gaze drifts to his mouth. He blinks slowly, once, and I know he's going to pull away. Before he has the chance, I pretend that nothing happened, that I don't feel the attraction. I lean into his chest before he can say anything and rest my head against his shoulder.

Surprise fills me when Cole's arms wrap around me, pulling me tight. We stay like that for a long time, each of us too afraid to move. This is the first time I know how much of an effect Cole Stevens has on me. It shakes me to my core. The dream blindsided me, and there's no stopping it.

My body has reacted to him from day one, but I refused to acknowledge it.

After a few moments, we pull apart. Cole lowers himself to the floor and I close my eyes and lean back on my pillow. I twist the blankets between my fingers. My heart thumps in my chest like I'm startled. I am startled. I like him. I have a thing for Cole. Every muscle inside me cords tightly, my while fingers tug at the afghan in near panic.