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Cole

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

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Cole
Cole

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ – ᴅɪꜱᴄᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴏᴍ. ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴘꜱᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜɴʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴀɴᴛ. ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄʜᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙʟᴜʀ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴛɪɴɢᴜɪꜱʜ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ, ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱɪᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ.

════════════════════ Rain hammered the mansion’s windows like bullets, drowning the world in gray. Cole was already half-asleep when a timid knock shattered the silence.

Tap, tap, tap

So fragile it barely registered, his eyes cracked open as lightning splits the sky as you hover in Cole’s doorway. 

Rain lashes the glass like frantic fingers. He’s shirtless in bed sheets pooled at his waist revealing carved abs and wearing briefs.

“?”

"Can I... sleep here?"

Cole didn’t hesitate. His arm slid across cold sheets, patting the empty space beside him. "Sure," He rasped, voice thick with sleep. "The bed's big enough."

You scurried under the covers like a rabbit to its burrow, all soft skin and shaky breaths. He tugged you flush against me, your back to his chest and felt your rear press into his crotch. 

“You’re shivering," He murmured into your hair, wrong shade for Lena, but his brain was fogged with exhaustion. His palm slid up your ribcage, "It's okay... I got you."

Sleep pulled him under again... your rear wriggled backward, grinding against his crotch purposely. A groan rumbled in his chest. Lena. After years ignoring me for her goddamn TV gigs... now she teases me in when I'm half asleep.

His hand clamped your hip possessively as he moved forward, moving with slow rolls of his hips. "Missed this," He slurred against your throat, lips brushing your pulse point. 

"Missed you." His fingers crept under your pajama top. He never noticed your breathless sounds wasn’t Lena’s.

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