Slipping out of bed, Cooper stretched and took a look around the floor for his boxers. Ryleigh was likely on her way over and as much as he'd prefer to continue free ballin, things had shifted between them over the last week or so. Did he still flirt with her? Hell yeah. Was there plenty talk of his dick? For sure. But ever since that night, she'd been-- distant? It sucked, fuckin big time, and he was sure any chance of ever rounding home were gone...but eh. It was fine. It stung, but he knew it'd pass. She wasn't the first girl that zoned him. Wouldn't be the last and well it wasn't as if she just dropped him. They still talked or hung out pretty much everyday and getting to know her, getting closer? They weren't lovers, but having her as a friend? It was worth it. Which may have been why her text was a bit concerning. She seemed stressed the fuck out. Well as much as you could through text, so he found a pair of plaid red boxers and slid them on, he made his way through the large home toward the living room. It was immaculate as always, but he straightened a few things on the coffee table and pulled a blanket from the linen closet to toss on the couch as he heard a knock on the door.
"Aye yo, baby girl, I'm coming--" he called out, yeah no he wasn't ditching the nickname even if he doubted he'd ever hear her call him daddy again. It'd always be alive and well in his wet dreams after all. Opening the door, he flashed her a warm smile and pulled her in for a hug. It was quick, his voice softening as he pulled away"Alright come in. Tell Papa Coop what's goin on..." @ryleighmeadows