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

“It just looked like you were thinking,” Cole says.
“I wasn’t thinking. I was lost—till I looked at you.”
Cole gives a small smile. “You must be the only person in the world who
finds me a calming presence.”
“I certainly didn’t at first.”
“What did you think when you looked over at me?”
“I thought … even if I fuck this up, you won’t be embarrassed by me. You’ll
still hold my hand on the way home.”
“I knew you weren’t going to fuck it up. You always find a way through.”
As Cole and I gather our bags from the hotel and head back to the airport, I
think to myself that humans don’t learn things all on our own. Someone has
to teach us. It might be necessary for someone to believe in us before we can
believe in ourselves.
Unloved children are crippled because no one shows them the way.
Cole is so much more than a lover to me. He’s the teacher I never had. In
some ways, the father I never had.
I blush, remembering what I called him last night when I was blitzed out and
half asleep. I’ve never called anybody that word before.
I don’t want to be another fucked-up girl with daddy issues.
But god, it’s nice to have a daddy.
RETURNING to Seacliff feels like coming home. I run ahead of Cole into the
house, practically skipping up the steps. Throwing open the doors and
inhaling that familiar scent, increasingly mingled with my own shampoo, my
perfume, and the old books Cole let me put on a shelf in the living room,
even though the battered paperbacks clash with his hardcovers and leatherbound
books.