Page 41 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 11
Ryan
I woke up this morning with a huge smile on my face, despite having the mother of all hangovers and a bruised face. I was wrapped around Molly. My arm was holding her around the middle and our legs were intertwined. Her back was pressed tightly to my front and her hot little arse was tucked nicely against my cock. There was no way I could hold off my hard on with her arse there.
I couldn’t remember much about the end of last night and I had woken up in Molly’s bed with her cuddled against me. I suddenly had a sick feeling that something may have happened between us and I couldn’t remember. I gently moved my hand and felt that Molly was clothed and I still had my boxers on, to say I was relieved would be an understatement. When, or should I say if, I get Molly to myself I never want to forget any time with her, ever.
My movement must have woken her because I heard her breathing pick up and her body stiffen as she realised where she was.
I still can’t quite believe her last words to me before she left were warning me not to have a wank in her bed. I didn’t of course but fuck me if it wasn’t tempting. To have her smell all around me, I could almost kid myself that she was there with me.
I have spent all day laid on the sofa in front of the TV. Thoughts of Molly and everything that has happened over the last couple of weeks floating in and out of my mind. She said before she left this morning that we were going to talk about what has been happening between us. I’ve been going backwards and forwards over what I want to happen for hours. The chat I had with Shane last night and what he said keeps coming back to me. “What if you making a move only made things better between you?” What if he is right, what if this is meant to happen? They say everything happens for a reason right? Maybe this is one of the reasons Hannah was taken from us, were we meant to be together?
I eventually give up waiting for her to come home, I haven’t heard from her all day but she said she needed to get her head straight so I don’t want to interrupt her.
It’s just before midnight when I hear the front door shut. I wait for her to come upstairs but she doesn’t, she has obviously gone straight to bed.
After another hour of lying in bed not sleeping my need to see her gets the better of me. Knowing she is downstairs is torture. I quietly make my way down to her room, luckily her door is slightly open so I won’t wake her opening it. I peek around the doorframe to see her sound asleep facing me. A bit of hair has fallen across her face and the rest is lying across her chest. She is wearing a vest top and tiny shorts, so tiny they don’t go anywhere near covering her arse. She has her legs tangled around the duvet at the bottom of the bed. I stand there for a few minutes just looking at her and listening to her breathing. It is in that moment I realise just how much I want her, need her. She’s gorgeous and looks just like the angel Susan calls her.
Eventually I make my way back up to bed and fall fast asleep with dreams of my angel filling my head.
I roll over and pull my eyelids open, I look at the clock and see it’s already getting on for ten o’clock. Oh I love the holidays, late nights and even later mornings. Heaven. I jump out of bed, quickly shower and get dressed before heading downstairs hoping that Molly will be there and ready to talk. I know what I need to tell her.
When I get to the kitchen there is no sign of her. I flick the kettle on then head down to her room to see if she is there. The door is open and there is still no sign of Molly. She obviously was up early to go and get the office set up. I guess my little speech will have to wait.
I end up spending most of the day in the gym. I went for a ridiculously long run then hit the weights trying to keep myself busy.
When I get home I FaceTime my mum. It has taken me years to get her and my dad to be able to use it but I think I’ve got there at last. I had totally forgotten about my black eye and busted lip as it hadn’t been hurting but one look at me has my mum in a right tizz. It takes me a full ten minutes to calm her down. I explain to her what happened, in as little detail I can. She has made it quite clear in the past that she doesn’t really like Molly. In her opinion she is the opposite of the nice girl I should settle down with. It didn’t bother me before but now I could throttle Hannah for telling my mum all about her best friend’s antics. I always end up having to defend Molly to my mum and I hate it.
After we say goodbye I decide to see if I can get my sisters on a group chat. We were always really close growing up and I hate to admit it but I miss them being so far away. To my surprise they both answer my call. Neither of them came home from university this summer much to my mum and dad’s disappointment. Abbi has stayed in the flat she shares with her mate and is working with kids at a summer school. Liv has moved out of halls of residence and into a flat with her mates and landed herself a summer job at a local newspaper.
They both don’t have quite the reaction to my bruised face as Mum did but they are still concerned. After I finish telling the story again I can see both their eyes water slightly.
“What is wrong with you two?” I ask them confused.
“You love her,” they both say in unison and smiling dopily at me.
“Yeah of course, she’s my best friend,” I say a bit taken back.
“Right, okay Ry,” Abbi says.
We spend the next hour chatting about our lives, that is until I hear the front door close signalling Molly’s return home. I quickly make my excuses and say my goodbyes to my sisters.
“Hey,” I say as she rounds the corner into the room carrying a couple of shopping bags.
“How are you feeling, hangover gone now?” she says smirking, placing the bags on the counter and pulling out the contents.
“Yeah fine now thanks.” Wow this conversation is awkward.
“Good, I bought ingredients for a carbonara for dinner if that’s okay with you?”
“As long as you’re cooking Molls, anything is good with me.” She laughs and turns to get started.
“So what you been up to?” she says over her shoulder.
“Not much. Been to the gym and just talked with my mum and sisters.”
“Oh god,” she groans. “I bet your mum loved the look of your face. Please tell me you didn’t tell her it was because of me, she already hates me.”
