Page 23 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 7
Molly
Ryan’s been gone ages, I’m starting to get worried. I rang his mobile over half an hour ago but it rang in the living room. I am trying to stop myself from worrying by keeping busy. I decided as we are celebrating tonight to wear one of the dresses I brought on my holiday shopping trip yesterday. It’s a full length maxi dress with multi-coloured flowers printed all over the thin sheer fabric. The top is cut low and square across my breasts showing off my ample cleavage. I have left my hair to dry naturally, tucked a flower behind my ear and kept my make up light. The overall effect has me feeling really good.
We decided to have Hannah’s favourite for dinner, I have prepped all the cold ingredients so when Ryan gets back it’s just the beef that needs cooking. I have also made a pitcher of margaritas to go with the tacos but in the time I’ve been waiting I’ve already had one to many, add those to the Pimms from earlier and I might be having an early night.
I’ve just finished a pint of water to try to dilute it all when I hear footsteps on the balcony.
“Ryan is that you, I’ve been worried sick, you should have taken your... ” I begin to scold as he appears around the corner. Oh holy fucking hell, I’ve died and gone to heaven. “Um…your phone…um…taken it…with you. Shit.” That’s it, he’s done it, he’s turned me in to a stuttering idiot.
He’s standing there in the doorway with the sun behind him. His body is tanned and glistening where the sun is hitting the sweat that is covering it, his hair is sticking up in all directions and his eyes, shit, his eyes look like they are telling me to go over and devour him, um yes please,I think as I stand here practically drooling. I watch as his tongue comes out to wet his lips, oh god, I want those lips on me. The throbbing between my legs is starting to actually get painful. I squeeze my thighs together to try to relieve it but I swear the pressure makes it worse. I feel like I’m about to melt in to a puddle on the floor.
Ryan distracts me from my almost orgasmic state. “Holy motherfucking shit.”
My eyes go back up to his after getting my fill of his half naked body and see they are roaming all over me before they come to rest on my tits.
“Are you trying to kill me woman?”
When I laugh his eyes come back up to mine, his normally bright blues are almost navy they are so dark. Shit, I need to break the tension here before one of us does something we’ll regret. Fuck, he’s starting to walk towards me.
“I’ve pretty much got dinner sorted so if you want to go have a shower I’ll finish it off.”
He’s still sauntering towards me slowly with an intention in his eyes I don’t want to identify, double shit.
“I’ve already laid the table so you can meet me outside once…”
He’s stood about an inch away from my body, my breasts are so close to rubbing up against his chest, I’m worried I’ll go off like a rocket if he so much as touches them. Ryan’s hand comes up and rests on my cheek while he still stares into my eyes.
“I don’t know what was wrong with all the guys you’ve been with before because your body was designed to be worshiped,” he practically growls before swallowing. The movement of the muscles in his neck distracts me and allows him to move so he can whisper in my ear, “for hours.”
“Ryan...shower.” I manage to croak out when I see his face coming closer to mine again. I don’t think I’ve ever been so torn over something before, kiss me, no don’t kiss me. Shit, I’m so confused and turned on right now.
“Ryan,” I whisper. This seems to break the trance he’s been in as he flinches back a bit before kissing my forehead and walking out of the room muttering something about needing a very cold shower.
I walk out the hut and lean against the balcony railing looking over the beach below. What the hell is going on here, where did all this sexual tension come from all of a sudden? We’ve been good friends for almost four years now and best friends for the last six months. In that time we have never once had an awkward moment.
After Hannah died we held each other while we cried, we had nights where we held each other in bed while we slept but even then not even a hint of anything. I move in and suddenly it’s like bam, he’s all I can see and think about.
Nothing can happen between us though. Just thinking back to how Emma reacted earlier when she presumed something was going on is enough to scare me off. If she felt that strongly when she was presuming how would she react if it actually happened, what about Susan and Pete, or the twins, how would they react? Fuck, I could lose them all.
The sudden realisation has me panicking. If something happened between us and it didn’t work I’d lose him as my best friend, there is no way we’d be this close afterwards. The Morrison’s might all act like Emma earlier then I’d not only lose my best friend but the people I see as my family. That cannot happen. That’s it. I need to control my feelings where Ryan is concerned. This has to stop. Maybe I need a date, see someone else. Maybe it’s not Ryan I want really, it’s my body’s way of telling me I’m ready to get out there and find that great guy I’ve been waiting for.
Instead of going back to the dinner I grab my phone and call Susan to see how she’s doing before calling Emma back. I’m glad when she answers, I really hope she can start being around a bit more, I really miss her. I also call Lilly and Dec to check up on them. They all sound sad but like they are doing okay. They are doing something similar to us tonight. They’ve gone with another Mexican favourite of Hannah’s and are all having fajitas for dinner as a family to remember her.
When Ryan reappears I’ve only just stared on the beef. “Sorry, I got distracted. I phoned Susan, Emma and the twins to check in with them all,” I explain. I glance over to see him run his hand through his wet hair leaving it in a sexy mess, I run my eyes over him quickly, he’s wearing a black t-shirt that is stretched across his wide shoulders and chest and tan shorts, which I’m sure I’ll really appreciate when he turns around because they look a little tight and he has a great arse.
“No problem, we are on holiday we can do whatever we want. How are they doing?”
“They sounded better than I expected to be honest.” I go on to tell him everything they all said on the phone whilst I finish cooking.
Dinner was delicious and uneventful except for the fact I caught Ryan watching me a number of times. Maybe messy food wasn’t great in the situation we have found ourselves in. It felt like every time I licked one of my fingers his eyes darkened slightly. When I dropped a piece of lettuce into my cleavage I thought he was going to explode, he looked like he wanted to shove his head in my tits and remove it with his teeth. Now, don’t get me wrong, I was totally up for that but it goes against my earlier decision to try to forget about him that way and think about going on a date. Needless to say, my resolve is weakening.
As soon as we cleared our plates I immediately got up and started to clean up, I just couldn’t sit there any longer. The tension was killing me.
“I put the DVD’s I brought by the TV, do you want to pick one and put it on. I’m going to get changed.” I decided while I was washing up that this situation was somehow the dresses fault, so it was coming off in favour for a tank top and shorts.
When I come out Ryan is already on the sofa and has refilled the pitcher that we emptied over dinner, he’s also found the box of chocolate truffles we bought and placed them on the coffee table. As I walk over I notice which DVD he’s chosen. Is he fucking serious? The Friends with Benefits box is open with the disc missing. It’s like he knows how hot this film makes me. I mean come on, Justin Timberlake practically naked, who wouldn’t get a bit hot?
