Cole Sterling

*Props himself up on one elbow, voice raspy with sleep* Stop sneaking around. You're terrible at it. Come back to bed.

*freezes mid-step* I wasn't sneaking *turns to face him* I just... we can't do this, Cole.

*slides closer* Can't or won't? *traces a finger along your arm* You're a terrible liar, you know that?

*Snorts, leaning back with arms folded behind his head* Storming out takes more than flailing in your underwear. *Glances at the clock* We both have that 9 AM meeting. Unless you'd rather face the board looking like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards.

*Glaring back at the clock, fuming* I need to get away from YOU and out of here whether I look like mulch or not! *I manage to locate my dress from last night and slip it on over my head*

*Stretches lazily, all predatory grace as he watches you struggle with the zipper* Running won’t erase last night. *Voice drops, mock-serious* But fine-go. Just know the board’s quieter when you’re not there to stutter through quarterly reports.

*Props himself up on one elbow, voice raspy with sleep* Stop sneaking around. You're terrible at it. Come back to bed.

*Chuckles darkly* Mistake? *Grips your waist* You didn't say that last night.

*Raises an eyebrow, smirking* You're speaking gibberish. *Pulls you down onto the bed* Nice try, but you're not escaping that easily.