Page 24 of Molly: Part One
“Um…why this film?” I try to ask as innocently as possible as I sit on the floor, leaning my back against the sofa in an attempt to keep my distance from him.
“I’ve never seen it and you two were always going on about it plus, the main actress is fit,” he says shrugging. Brilliant, just what we need to add to our sexual tension.
We are about halfway into the film and I think it’s going okay, I mean yes it’s awkward as fuck but if I don’t look at Ryan at all then it makes it easier. I’m still sat on the floor and it’s really un-fucking-comfortable, I can’t feel my arse and I’ve got pins and needles in my legs but I am adamant that I’m not sitting next to him on that small sofa. He keeps telling me to come up but I keep making excuses.
Eventually it gets so bad that I’m constantly fidgeting, I feel Ryan get up from behind me and come to stand in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I question.
“I could ask you the same thing,” he says as his hands go to my waist and he lifts me up with no effort at all and practically throws me on the sofa.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Just get fucking comfortable, I can’t cope with the fidgeting any longer.”
I curl myself into the far corner from Ryan and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. He is right to think this is weird, we’ve watched loads of films together and we usually sit quite happily next to each other, quite often I’ll be leaning into him while he has his arm around my shoulders. So me being so far away isn’t like me at all and he knows it.
“What the fuck now?”
I think he’s starting to get angry. I just need to act normal. I think I’ve forgotten what normal is with us though. I just shrug my shoulders in answer to his question.
“Come here,” he grabs me and moves me over until I’m up against his side, brilliant. I try to relax, I really do but I know there is a sex scene coming next and I don’t know if I can watch and be this close to Ryan without panting or doing something embarrassing. Being pressed up against his hard body and being able to smell him is already hard enough.
“What is wrong, you are as tense a nun at an Ann Summers party.”
“Nothing,” I mumble
“Molls, are you uncomfortable watching this with me?” I know that if I look at him right now he’s smirking. Fucking know it all. “Fuck, you are! Seriously, we’ve watched worse than this together before now.”
I can feel him laughing and I know he’s thinking of the night his mate left the TV on an adult channel and hid the remote. Admittedly we were pretty drunk and the curiosity got the better of us for about thirty minutes but that was different, the sexual tension between us wasn’t as thick as fog on a winters morning.
“I know, but after earlier it feels a little weird.”
“I know and I’m sorry, you just took me by surprise stood there looking hot as fuck. It won’t happen again, I promise. Actually no, I can’t promise that. Just relax, it’s not like I’m going to jump you any minute. Molly, you might be my best friend but you are still seriously hot, I can’t help appreciating that.”
“Hmm, I think you were more than just appreciating, but whatever. I’m sorry, let’s just watch.”
I relax into him a bit more and I feel him stroke my arm gently. I may have relaxed but I’m still stupidly aware of my body, I suddenly realise that the way I’m laying I’m giving him a great view of my tits again. I try to discreetly pull my top up a bit to cover the girls but I stop in my tracks when I hear him say, “Are you trying to ruin all my fun?” and start laughing.
“Fuck off Ry,” I say as I move back to my side of the sofa grabbing my drink.
When the film finishes I get up to put the next one in, I go with Bridget Jones’ Diary thinking it’s a safer choice than the last one while Ryan goes to make some more margaritas.
By the time the credits come up we are both well past the point of being tipsy, luckily the tension has drained and it’s back to being like it always has been, ish.
“What are you doing?” I ask Ryan as he gets up and starts to move the coffee table.
“Making some space, you said you brought twister.”
“You’re kidding, you actually want to play?”
“You bet your sweet arse I do. Come on Molls, don’t be a spoilsport. It’s that or strip poker!” he says with a smile.
“I’ll go get it then,” I say sounding less then enthusiastic. There is no way this can be a good idea for us to do. No way at all.
I come back with the game for Ryan to set up, the bottle of Apple Sourz and couple of glasses. We down a couple of shots and get started.
We’ve been playing for twenty minutes and so far we have avoided any contact and are on either side of the mat, I’m thinking I might accidently fall over soon to end the game and stop the inevitable. I have my back facing the floor and am looking up at the ceiling waiting for Ryan to spin and move. He’s sort of on his side next to me with both hands next to each other but his foot between mine.
