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Coooole

Cole

Roryyyyy

Rory

What are you up to today?

Cole

At Harlow’s right now

Now Knox is giving me shit while she’s on the phone with our mom

Rory

You poor baby

Cole

I am

I think I need you to save me

Rory

Hmm

I think I can manage that

Meet me at Urban Grind in an hour

Cole

See you then, Rory

five

Cole

Rory sits across fromme in the booth at Urban Grind as she takes a sip of her chai latte.

Me? I can’t take my eyes off the black coffee in front of me for fear of eye-fucking her.

Her jeans are skin-tight, highlighting every luscious curve. Her long-sleeved red V-neck cuts low, putting the tits I’ve fantasized about for three years on display. And the curly hair falling over her shoulders is just begging to be wrapped around my wrist.

I want her for much more than a quick fuck, but there’s no denying I want her in my bed. Haven’t hooked up with anyone in more than a year because she’s all I can fucking think about.

My hand is getting all the action anymore.

And it’s seen quite a bit of that since the World Series.

“You look like you’re trying to see the future,” Rory says, breaking the silence as she watches me stare at the swirling brown liquid in my coffee cup.

I chuckle as I decide to dive deeper into this. “Good eye, Fisher. Let’s see what your future holds.” I squint my eyes as shestarts laughing. “The powers that be say you will… stop messing around with Cole Pierce.” I meet her gaze with a smile on my face. “Huh, how about that?”

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” she replies, shaking her head but still smiling.

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