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Her eyes go wide. “What?”

She doesn’t move.

Cole’s voice rumbles behind me, threatening. “I swear to God, Hannah, you better get your fucking manipulative lying ass out of here or so help me…”

He doesn’t finish, doesn’t need to.

She scoffs, like we’re the bad guys, and pulls her key out of her bag. Throws it onto the floor with a clatter. Then she turns, fake tears streaming, and slams the door behind her. Because she didn’t get her own selfish way.

I deflate, my whole body sagging back into Cole’s chest. He moves me gently so he can stand up, then crosses to the door. He opens it, peers out, and crosses his arms, eyes narrowed.

A minute later he closes it, locks the chain, deadbolt, everything. “Was just watching to make sure she actually left.”

I nod. My chest feels so heavy now… relief, grief, anger, everything mixing into something thick and suffocating. I run my hands down my face and exhale hard.

Cole turns the lights off. I frown, looking up. He drags me up by the hands and pulls me through to his room. Shuts the door behind us and starts pulling his clothes off… hoodie, tee, shorts… until he’s in boxers. Then he helps me out of mine, hands careful and steady.

He climbs into bed, holds the covers up, making room for me. I smile small and tired, and crawl in beside him. He hums low in his throat and wraps me up, arms around my waist, chest to my back, legs tangled. We don’t need to talk. His presence is enough… calming, skin warm, and safe.

“Let’s sleep for a while,” he murmurs against my hair.

I nod, because that sounds perfect.

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Cole

I stir slowly, eyes cracking open to the dim, golden light still leaking through the blinds, late afternoon, maybe early evening, the sun dipping low enough to turn everything soft and hazy. My body feels heavy and warm, wrapped around Remy. He’s still asleep, breathing slow and deep against my chest, one leg hooked over mine, ass pressed back snug against my hips.

His hips roll, just a tiny, sleepy shift, grinding back against my cock, which is already hard and aching, trapped between us. The friction is light but deliberate, like his body’s chasing something even in sleep. My dick throbs hard in response, still sensitive and unsatisfied from earlier when Hannah interrupted us mid-stroke.

“Fucking hell,” I groan low, voice rough with sleep and want.

I roll onto my back for a second, just long enough to stretch my arm to the bedside drawer. My fingers fumble through the mess inside, condoms, charger cables, random junk, until they close around the lube bottle. I yank it out, pop the cap, and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers.

I slide my hand back down, slipping under the waistband of Remy’s boxers. My fingers circle his hole once, teasing, feeling the tight ring flutter under the touch. Then I push in, one finger, steady pressure, sinking to the knuckle.

Remy jolts awake with a loud, broken groan. “Oh my god… what the fuck.”

I laugh, dark, hungry, already gone on the heat of him.

He moans again, hips rocking back instinctively, chasing more. His hole clenches around my finger, hot and perfect.

I growl low in my throat, pull my finger out just to shove his boxers down properly over the curve of his ass, exposing him completely. My own shorts get yanked down next; I free myself, cock springing up. I slick myself up fast, lube dripping down my shaft, then line up, pressing the head against his hole.

“I need to come in you,” I rasp against his ear, voice wrecked. “Need to fill you up. Right fucking now.”

Remy moans, shamelessly and pushes back, taking just the tip. “Yes… fuck, do it.”

I don’t rush. I want this to last. Want to feel every inch of him stretch around me. I sink in slowly, agonizingly, one long, steady push until I’m buried to the hilt. He’s so tight, so hot, clenching around me like he’s trying to pull me deeper. I groan into his neck, teeth grazing skin.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” I mutter, hips rocking in shallow little thrusts, letting him adjust. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Remy’s hands scrabble at the sheets, then reach back to grip my hip, pulling me closer. “Harder… Cole, please.”

I pull almost all the way out, a slow drag that makes him whine, then snap back in hard. He cries out, loud, and I cover his mouth with my hand, muffling it.

“Shh… quiet, baby. Don’t want the whole floor hearing how much you love my cock.”