Secrets Vol. 4 Page 5

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  I lift the second shot and down it. It doesnt burn as badly this time. The bartender gives me a third, but mutters something about slowing down. I dont care. I cradle the glass in my hand, watching the contents swirl. The door opens and closes a few times. People come and go. Their lives go on even though mine fell apart.

  When I down the third drink, I slam it back down on the bar. My fingers pinch the glass. Id been staring at my phone and the shot glass the entire time. I didnt bother to look up. When I do, I nearly choke. Those sapphire blue eyes lock with mine and steal my breath.

  Cole.

  Chapter 7

  My heart crawls up my throat and into my mouth. Every hair on my body stands on end and I shiver. Its like seeing a ghost. He was mine, and now hes not. Cole doesnt move, he doesnt say anything. He just sits there in his silk shirt and watches me from across the bar. An unbidden memory flashes behind my eyes of another time Cole watched me, and my cheeks flame red.

  Eyes locked with Cole, I clear my throat and tap at my empty glass. The bartender is an older guy, Charlie. His hair is graying at his temples, dark eyes, and hes really nice. Charlie pours, and steps in front of me, blocking Cole. I look up at him. "Anna," Charlie says in a whisper, "someones going to have to scrape you off the floor if you drink that. You want me to call someone?"

  I shake my head, but the room tilts. I think about something he said before about my weight and it finally make sense. I smile. "Lightweight, ah, thats what you said. " I take the glass from him. My body is warm and tingly. For once, I dont have the throbbing sense of loss in the center of my chest.

  Charlie looks at me and shakes his head like I disappoint him. "Let me know when you want to leave and Ill call you a cab. "

  I nod and regret it. The room appears to shift again. It tilts higher, like a boat stuck at the top of a wave, and then settles back to where it should be. When the room is no longer moving, it takes me longer to focus on Cole, but I do. He has stubble on his cheeks. It makes him look older than he is. Theres a drink in his hand, probably scotch. His dark hair hangs over his eyes, making them seem bluer. Torment lines his face, like he hasnt slept in weeks. Cole watches me, his eyes never drifting from mine.

  I hold the drink longer than I intend, but I want to be able to walk home. Right now, with the way the bar seems to be swaying beneath me, that wont be possible. I giggle to myself. I love boat rides. Thats what this feels like, a boat ride. The waves roll up and down, gently swaying me, or the room, or both. I dont really care. My mind snaps back to Cole and the momentary happy thought is blasted to bits.

  I roll the rim of the glass between my thumb and forefinger, watching Cole. Neither of us speaks. Words pile in my mouth of things I want to say, but I know Ill never have the chance. It makes me feel hollow and brittle. In all my life, a single man has never had such an effect on me. I feel broken without Cole, like a piece of me snapped off and will never return.

  I wonder if Im like Jesse, if Cole admires me, but thats all. The look on Coles face says something else, but I dont know what. I lean forward on the bar, stretching my arms out to help hold me up. It forces my cleavage up, pressing hard against my neckline. I lift the glass and put it to my lips. Coles eyes track the movement, and his lips part like he wants to say something. Our eyes lock and for some reason it feels like hes telling me not to drink it, to put the glass down. We stare at each other for a few moments and then I toss back the shot. It doesnt even burn this time. I place the glass on the bar top and look at it. Its very pretty, all short and thick. The light shines through the clear glass, making an illuminated star on the bar top. I gaze at it and all the pretty points, and when I lift my head, Cole is gone.

  Anguish rushes into my chest, crushing me. I cant do this. I cant see him and not react. My arms slip down and I rest my head on the bar.

  A second later I feel a hand on my back, and Coles voice is in my ear, "Come on, Anna. Ill take you home. " He slaps down some cash and it sounds way too loud.

  It takes me a second to realize that Coles trying to get me to stand up. The bartender and the bouncer both look at me like theyre concerned, but neither of them says anything. Cole pushes us through the door and Im hit with a gust of cool air. It makes me shiver. I wrap my arms around myself and look down. Sparklie yellow sneakers are on my feet. I love them! We stop walking so I can wiggle my toes and watch them glitter.

  Coles warm hand wraps around my arm, "What is it with you and those shoes?" He pulls me gently, encouraging me to walk. I look up, surprised to see him.

  "I saw you in the bar," I say, smiling at his beautiful face. We stop walking and I speak to his chest, not looking at his eyes. My fingers lift and fuss with his collar. "I never thought Id see you again, and there you are. " I blink and look up at him like hes not really here. Narrowing my eyes, I try to focus harder, expecting him to vanish when I do so. When hes still there, I lift my finger and press it hard to his chest. "You are here. " I want to cry. I want to weep. I want to giggle. My emotions are short circuiting and I have no idea what to do.

  Cole takes my hand as my finger presses to his chest again. "Im here. I admit, I came looking for you and lost my nerve. I didnt expect you to walk in and get plastered. " Hes looking at me with those sexy eyes and I feel paralyzed.

  I know I need to say something. "I couldnt sleep. "

  "Neither could I. " He looks at me with such a humble expression on his face. Cole looks lost, his eyes drink me in, as his hands linger close to my face like he wants to touch me, but he doesnt. My gaze drops to my feet. I stare at the dirty side walk and my bright yellow sneakers.

  Cole lifts my chin with his finger. I gaze into his eyes, unable to look away. "I wish things could have been different. " Thats all he says. Its the same thought that slams around inside my skull all day long. A thousand what ifs keep me awake, pillaging my peace, and making me into a freaking lunatic.

  "Me, too," I manage. After a moment, Cole takes my arm again to steady me, and we walk back toward my apartment.

  The night air fills my lungs, but I cant feel it. I cant feel anything; not Coles hand on my arm, not the chill in the air, not the humidity that curls my hair tighter and sticks to my skin. Numbness races through my veins. It was the only way to get through the day, and now its the only way to tolerate having Cole so close and knowing that he doesnt want me.

  We get to my door and Cole helps me up the steps. I fish through my purse looking for the key. When I lift it out, I see Coles blue gaze and freeze. I want things to change, but I dont know how to change them. My heart beats harder, as his gaze drifts to my lips. I want him to kiss me. I want him to take me in his arms and cover me in kisses. I want him to tell me that he believes me and hell never doubt me again. I want this rift between us to mend, but I dont know how to fix it.

  Cole draws closer, like he cant manage to stand so near to me and not touch me. Before I know it, his lips are a breath from mine. His eyelashes brush my cheek as he stays there, nearly kissing me, but not. My pulse pounds in my ears. I want to reach up and take his face in my hands. I want to tell him that I love him. My body reacts to Cole, to that hot gaze, and the spot between my legs throbs. My breasts feel full, like they need to be touched. I barely breathe as Coles lips stay there, like hes fighting the urge to kiss me.

  Finally, Cole takes a breath and shudders. He pulls away, and I feel part of me ripped away with him. A shiver trails down my spine and drops into the coldness that pooled in my stomach. I cant stand it. Regret turns to tears, but I blink them away. I turn and push the key into the lock. The door wont open. I bang it with my fist, and start to cry. Cole reaches for the lock and twists the knob. The door opens and I walk through, without looking back at the man who broke my heart.

  Chapter 8

  Sunlight pours between the slats and blinds me. I roll over and pull my blanket over my head. Everything is so damn loud. The crinkling blankets sound like snapping boards. I groan and lay on my si
de, curled into a ball. Coles eyes flash across my mind. Random words he said echo through my head. The sensation of his hand on my arm, how warm and strong it felt. These things flicker in my mind and are gone before I can blink. They dont connect to other thoughts. They just drift, floating on a current of regret that insists on bubbling up my throat.

  Emmas voice is soft, as she speaks from the other side of the door. "Anna, are you alright?" She pushes the door open slowly, without knocking. I vaguely remember walking past her and Edward last night on the way to puking up my guts in the bathroom. "Its past noon. "

  Bleary eyed, I turn over and lay flat on my back, but my stomach is still queasy and protests. I push myself up on my elbows and look at her. My voice is scratchy, "I want to say that Im fine and smile at you, but I just dont have it in me to fake it right now. Im not fine. Ill never be fine. " I breathe and feel the air fill my lungs. The words have been lodged in my mind for too long. Its something I know, but didnt have the heart to say.

  Emma walks toward me slowly and sits on the edge of my bed. She pats my leg, saying, "Itll be better. Give it time. "

  "Thats what people say when they dont know what else to do. " I pull my legs into my chest and clutch my ankles under a wad of blankets. My head hurts. Emma watches me with pity in her eyes. Finally, I say, "I saw him last night. "

  "Who? Jesse?" Her pretty face looks confused as she tries to figure out what I mean.

  I dont shake my head. Itll hurt too much. Dejected, I stare at my bedspread and say, "Cole. I was well on my way to being totally plastered when I looked up and saw him. He sat there, watching me. " I find my voice doesnt want to work. Its the closest Ive been to Cole in nearly a month.

  "Oh, Anna. I didnt know. Im so sorry. " She scoots up next to me and puts her arm across my back and gives me a sideways hug.

  "How do I get over him?" I ask, looking at her. Emmas been my best friend for years. Shes been there through labs and finals, but this is the first time Ive had to deal with heartbreak. I wish it would just stop.

  "I dont know, Anna. Ive never been that into a guy. Im actually a little jealous about that. "

  "What?" I say, and glance at her, stunned. Emma always has a guy hanging around her. She seems crazy about most of them. Her answer surprises me.

  She shrugs, "I might turn a lot of heads, but I still havent found anyone that comes anywhere close to getting my heart, but you have. It makes me a little envious. " She winks at me.

  "My advice would be to keep doing what youre doing, because this part sucks. " I rest my forehead on my knees.

  Emma puts her hand on the back of my head. "So, this part isnt worth the other part?" I glance at her from under my arm. "I mean this is the down side. Every coin has two sides and the other side had you reeling. I mean, is the bad so bad that youd toss the good, too?"

  I want to say no, but right now I cant say anything. "I have to get over him. "

  "Anna, what if that isnt the way this works?"

  "What do you mean?" That was like the worst thing she could have said.