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‘does no one think it’s weird that Jake is a whole ass adult and he wants to date a college student?’

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[MSG]: Just curious… not like I’m jealous or anything…

text: You’re not jealous? text: So the fact that you tried to run into him when we were leaving is you not being jealous? text: What was that then?

( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.

text: Oh god, I’m so so sorry! I’m so sorry!

( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

text: I’m at work baby. text: We really need to get you a hobby. :P text: I’m gonna come home for lunch, okay?

#otp: now it's too late #graceof1x1 #c: danielle jackobson

“give me another chance.”

She didn't want this, the fact that they were pulled apart and more than a mess these days than what their usual had somehow managed to be, but it didn't really matter in the long run when the reality of the situation was that he had just been using her to get what he wanted. Of course, Danielle really should have known better than to think that this was something that could really work long term and letting herself care for this man. Still -- she had, that wasn't going to be easily erased from her memory even when she desperately wanted to more nights than not.

Swallowing hard, Danielle looked up at him for a second and felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. "You don't get it, do you?" she said softly. "An article doesn't fix this, showing up everywhere doesn't make it so you didn't break my heart, Voss. This isn't just that you... it's not you forgot about some plans we had or said something stupid, this is you literally fucking me to get ahead in this damn business because you didn't want the bad publicity to come out and I went along with it thinking that somehow I had mattered to you." Pulling her eyes away from him, Danielle wiped the tears on her cheeks and bit down hard on her lip for a second to keep herself from cracking. "I just... I love you, but I can't give you another chance to just break me like it doesn't even matter to you."

#otp: now it's too late #graceof1x1

“I swear it won’t happen again.” // “We can’t keep doing this.” // “Make me.”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

Danielle shot him a look as she shifted, trying to get her dress zipped back up before letting out a frustrated sigh and turned her back to him, motioning for him to get it the rest of the way up. "Cole, I don't have any underwear on because you tore them in a coat closet!"

“We can’t keep doing this.”

Maybe they just weren’t meant to be – at least, that’s what Danielle kept telling herself when she didn’t see his expression waver at all. Still, his words echoed in her ears and she swallowed hard for a moment before nodding her head. “Right… if that’s what you want. I’ll just – I’ll send a messenger over with the stuff that is at my apartment.

“Make me.”

She could lie and say that she didn't recognize the voice almost as soon as she heard it, hell -- it probably could have been more like three years rather than a week since she'd heard Cole's voice and she'd still recognize it. Still, it was a work event and she could just leave on demand like he seemed to think that she could and turned around, looking up at him with a small smirk on her lips. "Make me."

#otp: now it's too late #graceof1x1

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.” // “i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.” // “what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

Danielle ran a hand through her hair and let out a soft sigh before tugging on his arm and forcing Cole to look at her rather than the tumbler of amber liquid that was in front of him, clearly the latest in just a line of drinks that he'd had. There was a soft noise that came from the back of her throat when she was able to actually look at him and see just how much the past few weeks had taken out of him before she moved to cup his face with her hands. "I wouldn't have been hurt if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here if I didn't care. You were an idiot, but we're all allowed moments and I'm here, so please don't push me away again, Cole, please."

"i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

There weren't many people around anymore, a few that were inside the room but no one that had joined them on the balcony that Danielle had slipped out to when she spotted her ex-something standing out there. Still, slipping out beside him and just resting her head on his shoulder for a few seconds might not have been the best idea when they were simply not even talking to each other anymore. Danielle let out a slow breath before shaking her head and standing straight, "You are everything to me, Cole, and you aren't as bad as you make it out to be. You shouldn't hate yourself."

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”

"I'm fine," Danielle insisted, tugging her jacket over her shoulders as she looked around the lobby trying to find some way to get out of there for once or some kind of excuse to get out of this conversation. "You screwed me to get me to stop writing about you, Cole, you got your wish. I'm not going to be writing about you anymore, I promise, okay? Now please, please, let me go home in peace. I just -- I need to forget about this."

#graceof1x1 #otp: now it's too late

[ 📲 • sms ] —— if i were with you right now, where would you want me to touch you? // [ 📲 • sms ] —— have you ever had a wet dream with me in it? be honest … // [ 📲 • sms ] —— mmm yes baby tell me what more you want to do to me.

[ 📲 • sms ] — where ‘I’ would want you to touch me?

[ 📲 • sms ] — I don’t think that there’s just one place.

[ 📲 • sms ] — At the moment I’d want you to start with my back. Then my neck. Then my breasts. Then my stomach. I think you know where I’m going.

[ 📲 • sms ] —You do realize that we’re sleeping together on a regular basis, right?

[ 📲 • sms ] —Of COURSE I have.

[ 📲 • sms ] —Right now?

[ 📲 • sms ] —I seriously want to hit you. I cannot believe you were flirting with Amanda in front of me, you asshole.

#graceof1x1 #otp: now it's too late

“Come on, don’t fall asleep, let’s go for round four.” // “I think your neighbors heard the whole thing…” // “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Come on, don’t fall asleep, let’s go for round four.”

She really didn't mean to fall asleep -- not entirely at least, not to the point that she about fell out of the bed when Cole was nudging her legs while his lips were pressed against her hip. She was pretty sure that he was the only reason why she didn't fall off of his bed, really. Moreso though, she didn't mean to groan when he laughed at her and mumbled something about round four. Four.

Danielle was pretty sure that she hadn't ever been this exhausted before and he was wanting to go again. Either she was in worse shape than she thought she was (and given the fact that normally she was on a run every morning, she was pretty sure that wasn't the case) or the man that was hovering above her was absolutely insane. "Cole, god, I need some kind of recovery time or you're going to end up killing me, babe."

“I think your neighbors heard the whole thing…”

If she hadn't been so damn comfortable and feeling like jelly? Well, Danielle probably would have been more upset when she realized that the likelihood of her neighbors hearing that most recent round of sex was fairly high -- as in guaranteed when a few minutes later she hard a knock on the door and a yell of 'Goddamn it, some of us are trying to sleep around here!' as she turned to bury her face in Cole's shoulder to stifle the stifle laugh that she let out. Glancing up at him for a second, Dani let out a breathe and failed to bite back the grin on her face as her fingers drifted against Cole's lips, "was I really that loud?"

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

Becca had once said that a glare went a long way with a guy -- though Danielle was pretty goddamn sure that her sister hadn't met Cole at that point because she didn't think that her glare had effected or detoured him at all from being too damn proud of himself this time. It certainly didn't seem to keep him from saying and doing stupid shit like this though. Like letting one of his friends catch sight of some naked pictures of her that he'd apparently had on his phone -- that he really needed to have some kind of password on if he was going to keep those photos. "I'm pissed at you right now, the last thing I can think about is having sex with you," she snapped, only halfway fighting him when he tugged her against him and brushed her hair out of her face. "Dani, I'm sorry, really, I am."

#otp: now it's too late #graceof1x1

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Danielle to Cole: (6:42A) Hey, I know you’re still sleeping given that I left you in your bed to go on my jog -- /but/ you looked so damn peaceful. I hope that you slept well, handsome. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? And the record, you can tell your ego that you certain surpassed all my expectations in regards to the sex last night.

Send “” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Danielle to Cole: (drafts) I can’t... you know, Becca said that you have actual feelings for me. That this isn’t just me and it isn’t just on my side, but sometimes it feels like it. The fact that we’re constantly in hidden corners and everything is just a mess half the time but then you look at me and all of that seems to melt away and it just matters that you’re there and you’re looking at me like I’m the only person in that room. And really, baby, it’s kinda stupid because all I want to do is pick up the phone and call you when something good happens at work, or even something bad really, and you’re the person that I want to come home to and wake up to and i don’t... asking that is pushing too much for the guy that fucks whoever he wants when he wants and I’m just... well, I don’t know what I am.