Page 19 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 6
Molly
I wake up feeling really hot and when I open my eyes I realise why. I have my head on Ryan’s naked chest and my arm and leg wrapped tightly around his body. He’s holding on to me equally as tight. I spend a few seconds appreciating the sculpted chest I am laid on before I peer up at his face to see that he is still fast asleep. He looks so young and carefree in his sleep, I wish we didn’t have to deal with today. I was so upset when I got off the phone with Emma, I was glad when he came in and pulled me to him. At some point I obviously cried myself to sleep, and from the looks of the tear tracks on Ryan’s face, he did as well.
I lay there looking at him a while longer before I see his lips start to curl up at the corners.
“If you keep staring at me like that I’ll start to get the wrong idea,” he says quietly with his eyes still shut but he is smiling properly now.
I smack his chest gently and lift myself up on my elbow. This makes him open his eyes and I can see all the love and compassion in them as he looks back at me. I always know I’m safe when I can look into his eyes.
“Thank you for this, I really needed it,” I say looking into his eyes to show him how serious I am. “Emma was on the phone and she was really upset.”
“I know, I heard you. I’m sorry she was so horrible to you. I should have made sure I told her about you living with me so she didn’t react like that.”
“It’s okay, I tried to ring her but you know what she’s been like. I explained it all to her and she’s happy now, well as much as she can be. She knows she jumped to conclusions. She was just angry at the world and I was the one to get the brunt of it, and that’s okay. At least if she’s shouting at me I know in a weird way that she is okay. With her distancing herself from everyone it’s hard to know how she’s coping. Even Susan and Pete can’t get anything out of her.”
“Well it’s a good job we are just friends, it doesn’t sound like she would be our biggest fan if it was more that that,” he says this smiling, I see something flash in his eyes but it’s gone before I can work it out.
“Come on, let’s get up and have breakfast on that amazing balcony.” I go to move but his arm around me tightens slightly.
“Thank you for everything Molly, I really mean it.” he says so sincerely it makes my heart hurt. But then I see the corner of his lips twitch as he says, “The view from the balcony is pretty good but I’m not sure it can beat the one I’ve got right now!” He looks down at my tits as he says this with suggestive smirk on his face.
I look down and realise what he means, I am unknowingly giving him a great eyeful. I put my hand over my chest and jump out of his hold and off the bed scowling at him.
He puts his hands up in defeat. “I only looked once, I promise,” he says still smiling.
I bend down to pick up my phone that must have slid off the bed when he came in. “Oh come on, you are not playing fair.” I thought I heard him get off the bed and go out, but I look back to see him sat on the edge looking over staring at my arse. I can’t help but notice the obvious bulge in his boxers. Butterflies erupt in my belly at the thought of being able to affect him so easily.
“Do you want me to ring Emma back and tell her you’ve been checking me out so she can start screaming at you?” I ask as I leave the bedroom.
“Oh come on.” I hear him shout. “Don’t even pretend you didn’t get a good look this morning, or from the hot tub last night, or when you came in Saturday evening.” I can hear him chuckling to himself as he starts walking into the living room but stops to grab a pair of shorts to cover himself up.
“So about that dream yesterday morning,” I deadpan.
“Touché. Right what’s for breakfast, bitch?”
We spend what little is left of the morning sat on the balcony eating fresh fruit, granola and yoghurt. We must have fallen back to sleep for longer than I thought, I feel better for it though.
“Right, today is the only day I’m not going to work because we are celebrating. So what’s the plan?” I ask Ryan while we tidy up.
“Let’s just chill out here, stick on some of that god awful music Hannah was so obsessed with and hit the sun loungers.”
“Ew, what an awful plan,” I say laughing as I wander though the hut to go put on today’s bikini. “I’ll meet you out there, you know the playlist we need on my phone.”
I’m just putting my hair up out of the way when I hear the music start filling the hut and it makes me smile. I grab my Kindle and suntan lotion before heading out to the balcony.
I walk out to see Ryan sat on a lounger with his aviators on, sipping a glass of water. I can’t help but drop my gaze to check him out, he looks like a bloody model laid there wearing black shorts with the waist band of his boxers poking out, I’m not sure if it’s pleasure or torture having to look at him!
I can’t see his eyes but I can tell they are roaming over my body, I feel my skin heat under his scrutiny.
I went with a navy and white striped nautical look bikini today. I can’t wear the little string bikinis that others do, I need more support than that so I have to go for the bra style tops to keep everything in place and under control, having said that, this one in particular does good things for my cleavage.
“You need to stop doing that,” I tell him seriously.
“What, it’s not like I’m going to throw you down and have my wicked way with you. I’m merely just appreciating the female form in all its glory.” I feel tingles head south in my body at the image his words create in my head. “Anyway you’re not my type.” And they’re gone.
I don’t know why hearing this makes my steps falter a little. I should be happy about this, right? I don’t want him looking at me that way and I definitely don’t want to be having the feelings I have been having about him.
