Naked, wearing a blanket, with drying blood on her neck. But cooper didn't care and therefore, neither did Nancy. It was rare that she kissed anyone- she didn't while working, and while kisses on the cheek were one thing, making out like the teenager she was was a far cry from her usual fair.

But she kisses him back, parting her lips against his as she wraps an arm around him, leaning back against the couch. Her tears were dry, one hand still caressing his cheek. They were stupid. so stupid.

But that was exactly how she wanted it.