Coco Lovelock And Demi Hawks [INSTANT]

A long silence. Coco pulled off her right boot, then her left, and set them side by side like sleeping animals. She finally raised her eyes. In the dim pink glow, her mascara was faintly smudged, not from crying but from the long haul of a day that had asked too much of her.

Demi pushed off the dresser and crossed the room in three slow steps. She didn't sit beside Coco. Instead, she knelt in front of her, reaching out to take Coco's hands. Their fingers intertwined—Demi's calloused from guitar strings, Coco's cold from gripping the steering wheel too hard. coco lovelock and demi hawks

Demi shrugged. "You called."