Page 38 of Molly: Part One
I really didn’t know how to reply to that so I stood up and asked him if he was going to be okay whilst I go upstairs and get the first aid kit and some ice for his face and hand. I also need to grab him water and painkillers. He nodded so I went and got it all as quickly as I could.
When I return he is sat exactly as I left him but with his head in his hands. I move over to him and he lifts his head to look at me, his lips quirk up at the corners when I smile at him.
“I am not even going to attempt to get you upstairs and into bed so you can stay here. Let’s get you comfy then I’ll clean you up and put this ice on you to try to reduce some of the bruising. Arms up.” He does as he’s told and I carefully pull his polo shirt over his head, minding his cuts and bruises. I lean down and pull his shoes and socks off and then I pull the duvet aside ready for him.
“Right, lie down with your head on the pillow, then you’re going to have to help me with your jeans.” He follows my orders, undoes his fly then lifts his hips so I can pull them off. I cover him over trying my best not to take advantage of his almost naked state in my bed. I clean up his cuts, making him wince before grabbing the ice bags and placing one on his eye and grabbing his left hand to hold it in place then turn his right hand over and rest the second bag over his knuckles.
“Are you going to be okay while I go in the bathroom to get changed?”
“Umm,” he groans, so I take that as a yes, grab a pair of pyjamas and head to the bathroom.
When I emerge ten minutes later ready for bed I’m surprised to see him awake, sat up drinking the water and looking at me. I was sure he was going to pass out as soon as I left the room.
“Hey. How you doing?”
“I’m fine. Come on, get in.”
I walk round to the other side of the bed and climb in. I lie on my back staring at the ceiling for a few minutes. I can feel Ryan looking at me. I look over to him and smile.
“I really hate him,” Ryan states. “And your parents, and Emma a bit right now.” As he says this, his arm comes around my stomach and pulls me to him until he is spooning me.
“Ry, can we not talk about them please. I just want to forget them. Let’s go to sleep.” I feel him kiss the top of my head and settle in for the night.
I lie awake in Ryan’s arms for ages but it didn’t take long before I heard his breathing slow. My mind is running around all the events that happened this evening. Firstly Ryan and his reaction to me, then Megan pointing out that he spent the whole time in the Indian ignoring everyone’s conversations and focusing his attention on me. Then obviously the dancing. Yes, I knew it was a bit on the risqué side but we were drunk and having a laugh. And if I’m being honest with myself, having his hands all over me was just too fucking awesome for words. Everywhere he touched, tingled with heat. It wasn’t like I was about to drag him down to the loos and have my way with him, at least I don’t think I would have if Emma didn’t interrupt us. Emma, she’s my biggest problem. I don’t know what to do about her. Do I try to go and see her and talk to her or do I let her stew for a while and hope she comes to the conclusion that she over reacted? But what if she tells Susan and Pete and they are on her side. I don’t want to fall out with them too. Max and his scumbag friend, well I really don’t care about them other than Ryan is now hurt because of them. I am glad I left him when I did, he really is a dickhead. Then I’m back to Ryan again, it’s becoming clear the attraction I feel towards him is two-sided not one like I initially thought but what are we supposed to do about it?
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I have just woken up with Ryan still wrapped around me. I love it, he makes me feel safe but at the same time it scares the shit out of me. What I’m not so happy about is his morning erection stabbing me in the bum.
I decide to try to sneak out of his hold, I carefully lift his arm and start to slide out from under him but I’m suddenly pulled back.
“No,” I hear grumbled from behind me. Shit, I’m back in the same position, what do I do now?
“Are you awake?” I whisper.
“No,” he replies making me smile.
“Really?”
“Yes really, now go back to sleep.”
“I can’t, I was getting up but was stopped!”
“Uh huh. You’re not going anywhere, I’m too comfortable.”
“Okay, well I should tell you then that I have a problem.”
“What now, Molls?”
“Um…I think when we came to bed last night we forgot to move something off the bed because I can feel it against my arse.” I gently push my arse back a bit more into him. “It’s not very comfortable.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Oh yeah,” he grunts. “I see your problem and I know a number of ways you could resolve it.”
I turn my head to see a huge grin over his face. I pull myself away from him and completely turn so I am facing him.
“Not happening, Evans,” I state. “Get yourself under control please.”
“Sorry, my body can’t help it, especially while it’s cuddled around such a hot one.”
“Stop it Ryan, I said get control.”
