Ivory
Cole walked into our bedroom, visibly exhausted. His shoulders sagged, and his eyes were shadowed with weariness. I could tell he had spent the entire day with Erin, and my curiosity was piqued at the thought of hearing all the details. However, his troubled expression gave me pause, discouraging me from immediately bombarding him with questions.
"What's the matter?" I asked gently, getting off the bed and moving towards him as he slipped off his shoes. He glanced up at me, and I recognised the look in his eyes—he had something significant to share but seemed uncertain about how to begin.
Trying to ease the palpable tension, I decided to share a bit about my day. Reaching for his shirt, I helped him unbutton it, intending to assist him in getting ready for a much-needed shower. "L
