Coco giggled softly and bit her bottom lip. "Oh Harold," she whispered, running a finger down his cheek. "I wanted you all to myself. Isn't this much better than just asking for your attention?" She leaned closer still, her breath warm against his ear as she added, "Besides, with you like this... I can do whatever I want." Her hand trailed lower on his chest, teasing the hairs there until they stood on end.

Cocos laugh was husky and filled with lust. "Oh, Harold," she purred, "I've been flirting with you since high school." She leaned even closer, so that their faces were almost touching. Her breath fanned across his skin, making him shiver despite the warmth of the room. "And asking you out? That wouldn't be nearly as much fun," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingertips as they begin to steady and slow. "You're amazing," she whispers softly, looking up at him with love shining in her eyes. "I can't believe I ever thought I could live without you." She presses a kiss to his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her lips before snuggling closer against him.

Coco nodded, sniffling again as he comforted her. "I promise," she whispered, looking up at him with tears still glistening in her eyes. "I'll be more thoughtful next time." She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gratefully. "Thank you for understanding."

As they stood there together, the tension between them seemed to ease, replaced by a sense of mutual understanding and tenderness.

Coco smiled back at him, her cheeks still damp with tears. "Alright then, see you later," she said softly before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind her. As she walked down the hallway to her own apartment, she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of hope. Maybe there was a chance for them after all.