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Not the Marrying KindChapter 5 What the hell
Cole's bathroom was my sanctuary. Eyes closed, as I stood with my back against the door, I held my jeans closed with one hand. Listening to nothing but my heartbeat, I opened my eyes. His apartment was in an old building and his powder room seemed updated but in keeping with the buildings age. It had a white pedestal sink and white ceramic tile on the walls and floor accented with hunter green items throughout. The overhead light was not forgiving as I stepped in front of the mirror and saw...