After they ate, Cole and Phoebe cuddled on the sofa, watching the newest episode of Phoebe's favorite drama tv show. Cole had his arm around Phoebe, and he snuck his hand up to caress her cheek with his thumb.

"You look beautiful by the way," Cole kissed her. "Did I mention that?"

"You did," Phoebe said. "Four times already." She was far too engrossed in her program.

As her eyes were glued to the tv, Coles were glued to his beautiful girlfriend. He leaned in to kiss her cheek again, which she ignored.

He tried moving his lips closer to hers, but she flinched.

"Cole!" she scolded. "Watch with me," she said, gesturing towards the TV.

"Baby come on, I haven't seen you all day," He pushed her chin to face him, and moved towards her lips again.

"Cole we just ate," Phoebe resisted.

"It doesn't matter."

"At least let me brush my teeth again,"

"You already did that, once is enough." Cole pushed his lips against hers without hesitation.

She let him kiss her, opening her mouth only slightly.

He became more aggressive, forcing his tongue in her mouth and stroking her leg. Phoebe felt her lipstick smudge and she opened her eyes. She had a strong urge to run to the bathroom and fix it.

"Cole," she whispered. "Cole my lipstick."

He ignored her.

She tried to leg it go, until she noticed her dress, which she had dry cleaned, steamed and ironed three times was beginning to wrinkle because of Cole's hands caressing her.

Cole's hand moved to Phoebe's inner thigh and he felt the warmth from between her legs.

Phoebe began to panic.

"Cole, enough." She pushed his hand away but he continued kissing her neck.

"Babe come on we're celebrating aren't we?" he mumbled.

"No, not right now." Phoebe pulled away from him and fixed her dress.

"Sweetheart, you said if you got this job it would be time."

"I cant right here on the couch. My lipsticks all smudged and you ruined my dress." Phoebe was close to tears.

Cole sighed. "Okay, okay. It's not ruined its just a wrinkle." He pushed her hair out of her face. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry, Cole."

"No, no it's okay. Go clean up."

"Cole please don't be upset."

"I'm not upset, baby. It's okay. Go change." Cole lied. He was upset. Not at her, but at this disorder that she was cursed with. Phoebe had never had sex with anyone before, merely because she was afraid too, because it wasn't as clean-cut as everything else in her life.

He was the only boyfriend of hers that didn't leave her when she admitted she didn't want to have sex. Phoebe loved him for that, but she felt that sooner or later he, too, would want to leave her.

Though he had no plans to leave her. He loved Phoebe, flaws and all. He thought the fact that she was so pure, she was a virgin, and she was so quiet and mysterious was alluring. He figured, and told her over and over, that he would help her fight this disorder.

"I'm not going to leave you," he would remind her. "We're a team. We're gonna work together and you're gonna get better. I'm not like any of your exes."

Cole had a plan, to try and get further and further with her, with intimacy. He wanted to start with kissing her, then touching her more and more each time until she was comfortable enough for intercourse. Sleeping next to her peaceful sleeping body without laying a hand on her every night was not easy. It would take a while, but he knew Phoebe was worth it.