Page 11 of Molly: Part One
After Shane had finished blow-drying I asked him if he would put on the new make up I bought earlier. As well as getting a couple of new outfits, underwear, shoes and a couple of other bits for my new room, I visited my favourite make up stand and asked for products for my new look, so my old grey eye make up was no longer and in its place are pallets of purples, teals and pastels to make my eyes really stand out under my new fringe. I showed Shane what I was going to change into, seeing as I still had my work uniform on and he decided to go with the teal eye shadow pallet to go with the flowers in the loose fitting sleeveless blouse and the bows on the high healed court shoes, team those with new dark blue skinny jeans and I was feeling like a million pounds.
I said my goodbyes and thank you’s to Chris and Shane, promising I’d be round soon to help with all the wedding planning that still needs doing and I left. I had one more stop to make before going home. Ah, I love that that gorgeous house is now my home.
It’s just after six when I make my way through the front door dragging everything I’ve bought with me to find Ryan topless and about to pick up a box from my room. I let out an involuntary moan at the sight. I can see all the muscles in his broad shoulders and running down his back to his slim waist, the guys weren’t messing around when they had to fan themselves at the thought earlier, although the real thing makes what I was imagining pale somewhat.
My moan must have been louder than I thought as it turns Ryan’s attention to me, revealing the front of his torso in the process. This time I manage to control myself but I can’t help but rake my eyes over his pecs, ripped six-pack and then follow the v that disappears into his loose jogging bottoms. The light sheen of sweat on his body only increases the definition he has. Oh fuck me slowly, he’s seriously hot.
When my eyes make it back up to his face I see his hair is a mess and falling all over his forehead, but what I really notice is how wide his eyes are as he stares at me.
“Holy shit,” I hear him say under his breath as he runs his eyes all over my body. I start to tingle from his attention.
I realise I need to say something to break the atmosphere we’ve managed to create. “So I take it you like my new look?” I ask raising an eyebrow.
“Holy shit,” he says again. He shakes his head like he’s trying to get control of himself. “Yes you look…I mean…you look…don’t get me wrong you were gorgeous before but with the new hair you look stunning, shit, seriously hot. I hope that dickhead wakes up one day and realises what he’s missing without you Molls.”
Wow, I don’t really know how to respond to that, Ryan and I have always been very open with each other. My relationship with him hasn’t been much different to what I have with Chris and Shane, in the fact we knew we’d never end up in bed with each other, so there has never been any awkwardness or sexual tension between us. That is until now. The look in his eyes is telling me something different to all the other times we have spent together, and I hate to say it but the look in my eyes probably isn’t much different if I looked in a mirror.
“Thank you,” I say quietly as I break our eye contact. I feel a weird loss as I look away from him and into the room, my room, that is practically empty. “Wow, this is much bigger than I thought when all the boxes were in it. I bet you can rent a flat the size of this in the city for silly money. Talking of money, I’m paying half of everything by the way.” I state hoping it won’t cause an argument.
“No fucking way. You can just pay half the bills,” he argues.
“I can’t do that. I’m living in your home, I need to pay my way. How about half the bills and a third of your mortgage each month.”
“I didn’t ask you to move in here for my financial gain Molly, I asked you because I want you here. I couldn’t care less if you stay for free.”
“I know that, but it isn’t happening, you know me better than that Ry, I would never sponge off you. I need to pay my way, so half bills and a third mortgage?”
“Half bills and a quarter of the mortgage,” he counters
“Right fine, work out how much it is. Do you want it cash or transferred in to your bank?”
“You’re not going to argue? Cash would be good I can do the food shopping with it then.”
“Oh no you don’t, that will be split as well mister.”
“Right okay, give me cash and I will hide it under my mattress for a rainy day. Is that better?” he asks sounding exasperated.
“Yes, much.” I know Ryan can afford to live in this place alone but while I’m here I want to help him out however I can. Thanks to my parents I have money and if I can use it to help him out then I will. I will just have to find ways to do it that he doesn’t notice.
Ryan then sees all the stuff around my feet where I now realise I dropped it when he turned around. “Wow, you’ve been busy, new hair and it looks like a new wardrobe in those bags. What are the suitcases for, you going on holiday?” he asks eyeing the bright pink and purple flowered suitcases next to me.
“No, I realised that I don’t have anything to pack my clothes in and I thought they would come in handy if I was to go on holiday.” God, a holiday would go down so well right about now, sun, sea, relaxing on a beach. Heaven!
“That reminds me, I need to talk to you about something on that subject, not right now though. Let me get the last of this upstairs and we can head out.” Ryan comes towards me, I guess to grab my bags but as he gets closer he stops. “Have you been crying, your eyes are a little red?” Wow, looks like I won’t be keeping any secrets from him; he was right last night about reading me like a book.
“I went to see Hannah on the way home and tell her about everything, a couple of tears just slipped out,” I explain hoping he understands and moves on.
“I get it, I actually went earlier myself. Right, come on let’s get going.” With that Ryan leans in, kisses my forehead, grabs my stuff and places it in my room. He gets hold of the last box and heads upstairs. “I’ll be ready in fifteen,” he says as he disappears.
I stand in the middle of my new room looking around, I’m so grateful Ryan and I seem to be on the same page for most things. I was dreading him asking me about my visit to Hannah but he just gets it, so much so he went as well. I wonder how similar his conversation was to mine.
Ryan finds me a little over ten minutes later sat crossed legged in the middle of my room with a stack of home magazines in my lap. “What?” I ask when I see him start to laugh.
“I just didn’t think you’d take this whole decorating thing so seriously!”
“I want it to be perfect, I’m thinking shabby chic.”
“I’m sorry, shabby what?” he asks confused.
