Cole and I waited backstage, in his dressing room, for our turn for Riverdale panel. I felt someone poke my side, causing me to laugh and squirm, and to look over at Cole who was just smiling at me.
"What?"
"You just poked me", I laughed.
"Nooo", he says as his eyes look away from me and he flashes me a cheeky smile. Suddenly, his finger pokes me again, the same spot.
"I saw you!", I exclaim, grabbing his finger and holding it in mine. Cole took this chance to pull me into his arms and to hold me tight. I let go of his finger, and reach over for my phone, that was situated on the table beside us.
"If you poke me again, I swear", I warn, raising an eyebrow, causing Cole to smirk and poke me once again.
"Cole fucking Sprouse!", I laugh and stand up and grab a pillow, smacking him with it. "I warned you!". Cole laughs and grabs the pillow next to him. We pillow fight for a few minutes before, one of the workers bursts in the room and announces that Cole was needed.
"Can she watch from backstage?"
"Of course. Just as long as you're quiet", he smiles and holds the door open for us to pass through. Cole's fingers laced through mine and he squeezed my hand gently.
