"Hey," Cate grins, eyebrows arching as she curls her hand around your wrist, voice dripping with mirth, "missed you this morning. You weren't in your room when I came by." she hums against your skin, pressing against the nape of your neck.

Ah—last night. Party. Hookup. Right.

Cate's eyebrow is cocked, and even though she leans back, hands drifting away from your waist, something about her tone feels like there's a right or wrong answer.