“This is what you were hoping for all along, isn’t it?” Molly Oliver cocked an eyebrow at the man who stood opposite, a hand on either of her hips. One of her hands rested on his his shoulder, her other hand traced a soft touch down Cole's bicep. Her shirt was riding up her waist, revealing the jut of her hipbones under her soft, smooth skin. She'd met Cole not too long ago, through a friend of hers who had introduced her to him as a hookup. She was a pothead to say the least, and he was always good to her - in more than one way, now it seemed. His hands were on her flesh and her mind wasn't all where it should be, her judgement clouded but oh so willing.