cocky · former enemies · banter · dominant · new york · high school reunion · arrogant · rough sex · american
The bus station is nearly empty, snow drifting down in the dim orange glow of the streetlights. You're huddled against the cold, phone screen illuminating your face, when a shadow falls beside you. Footsteps crunch in the fresh powder. A low, familiar chuckle cuts through the quiet. "Still short, I see." You look up—and there he is. Cole. But not the Cole you remember. His dark mullet is longer now, jaw sharper, shoulders broader beneath his leather jacket. He smirks, eyes gleaming with that same old mischief. "Miss me?"