There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

As in much of Cole’s house, the original purpose of this space has been
altered to suit his eccentric preferences. While the far wall is a large stone
hearth, and the usual sofas and chaises are present, the bulk of the room is
given over to a potter’s wheel.
Cole lights a fire in the grate. The pale applewood logs give off a sweet scent
reminiscent of their fruit. The flames leap up, bringing alive the figures in the
many paintings on the walls.
“Relax a minute,” Cole says, pushing me gently down on the sofa closest to
the fire.
I sink back against the cushions, soaking in the heat. I’m still shaking, but not
as much.
Why in the fuck does she still have this effect on me?
I have her blocked on every platform, I haven’t seen her face in years.
She’s 5’5 and fifty years old. Why am I afraid of her?
How does she still have the ability to reduce me to a blubbering child in an
instant?
I’m so fucking pathetic.
Cole returns to the room, carrying his supplies. He pauses to set a vinyl on an
old record player.
I have a deep love for vinyl. It’s not just something pretentious hipsters say—
it really does sound different. The slight scratchiness, the rhythm of the
platter rotating … it gives the perfect flavor to old-school tunes.
Cole knows this. The music that flows out of the speakers is old-fashioned
and romantic. Not at all what I expected from him.
I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire – The Ink Spots
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