Bobcat

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Chapter Songs:
Whole Heart - Gryffin
Daylight - Matt and Kim

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Delia's POV:

I had told Cole that I would meet him at home after they had finished putting my artwork up. He nodded sadly as he traced over the small bruises against my neck. I slid my hand over his as I looked up at him. I leaned up, gently pressing my lips to his, promising that I was okay. I pulled the tabloid from his grasp. I knew he didn't want to leave me alone, but I looked up at him with a longing gaze, promising that I was okay. He still didn't move.

"Cole, if you want to address this, we can address this," I whispered up to him. He nodded slowly.

"They can say anything they want about me other than a false accusation that I'm physically or emotionally hurting you." I nodded in response before we both came to the realization that we could tag the tabloids on twitter and ask them what their deal was.

Cole Sprouse: @ marshnewyork I just want to know where you got your information where amazing sex equals physical abuse?

Delia Marin: @ marshnewyork I hear the fuckboi anthem of "Can't you take a joke, bro?" Don't kid yourself. #TabloidSuckersForAnyStory

I looked up at him while moving to my tiptoes, gently pressing my lips to his lightly. His hands moved to my waist as he leaned over me, pecking my lips tenderly and slowly, letting his lips linger against mine. We had only been truly dating for almost two weeks, but what he had said next I had held in the back of my own throat for a small time.

"Delia, I love you," He whispered quietly. My breath caught in my throat as he gently rested his forehead against mine. He hand found his way to my cheek. My voice cracked as I spoke again.

"Cole, I love you, too," I whispered up to him. His hands were against my cheeks. I slid my hands up his arms to against the inside of his elbows, my eyes fluttering shut.

"And you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right? Ever," he whispered again. I leaned up again, gently pressing my lips to his. He pushed his fingers through my hair as our phones let out our tweet tones at the same time. I pulled away slowly before reaching up and stroking his cheek softly. He looked away slowly as he pulled out his phone.

The Marsh: @ colesprouse @ artistdelia_ Next time we will fact check, King and Queen Sarcasm. Glad someone got laid. #OnlyTimeYouWill

"That's so unprofessional," he mumbled while he rolled his eyes. "I'm also positive that's not the only time I will ever get laid." I pulled his phone from his hands, tweeting out a reply.

Cole Sprouse: @ marshnewyork tell that to all of the daddy comments I got from that last tweet, despite the actual consistency of the tweet. Oh look. Half of them were from @ artistdelia_ #WheresTheLie

I laughed at the face he made. He looked down at me apologetically.

"So you call me daddy now?" he asked with a raised eye brow.

"I called you daddy this morning? Why are you like this?" I said laughing softly. He smiled down at me as he took my hands, kissing the backs of them softly.

"You make me like this," he whispered. He was trying to be cute, but all I could do was manage a laugh. I pulled my hands from his, pulling the scarf off my neck there after. I stuffed the scarf in my pocket, letting the bruises breathe.

"I'm quite proud of these. You know that?"

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Cole's POV: