Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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It happens on a seemingly calm, quiet, normal Friday night.
The kind of night where the world feels just a little softer, like everything's wrapped in a cozy blanket.
My room smells like heaven—warm vanilla and sweet pear from the shower gel still clinging to my skin, blending with the faint notes of the lavender-sandalwood candle flickering on my dresser.
I'm freshly showered, every inch of me scrubbed, waxed, and moisturized until I feel like a walking cloud. My favorite fluffy pink bow headband holds back my damp, freshly washed hair, and there are cooling eye masks under my eyes, making me feel like the epitome of a self-care queen.
The sheets are fresh, white, and crisp—the kind that feels cool against your skin when you slide into bed.
My comforter is perfectly fluffed, and my baby pink striped pillowcases practically gleam in the soft, golden glow of my nightstand lamp. A small stack of books sits neatly on the bedside table, alongside a glass of water, a cute little dish for my jewelry, and my favorite lip balm.
There's something about nights like this—when the house is quiet, my skin smells like a bakery dream, and the candlelight flickers against the walls—that makes me feel perfectly at peace.
And then that peace is wholly shattered.
Because despite all my efforts to create the perfect, cozy, calm vibe, I—like so many before me—fall victim to the dreaded "u up?" text.
Although, in Wes's defense, at least he spells out the whole word. I'll give him that.
It happens just as I'm halfway through a chapter of my favorite book series—a collection of steamy, sordid tales about a group of cowboy brothers who fall for headstrong, take-no-shit women. It's part romance, part family drama, and entirely addictive. Right now, I'm in the thick of it: the second brother, the broody one, is about to make his move on the feisty horse trainer, and there's serious tension.
Then my phone buzzes, cutting through the soft music playing in the background.
With a sigh, I set my book aside and glance at the screen.
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