Page 57 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 15
Molly
I’m sat staring at my sketchpad the next afternoon. I should be coming up with a new logo for a guy starting up a new building company in the city but all I can think about is last night.
That kiss.
Holy shit, that kiss was like nothing I have ever experienced before. It was like the moment his lips touched mine my entire body was alight. I can hardly say I’m lacking experience when it comes to guys but I can honestly say I’ve never felt anything like that before. If Adam hadn’t chosen to ring at that moment I can only imagine how far it would have gone because at the time I had no intention of stopping and I got the idea Ryan didn’t either from how he was grinding his very obvious excitement into my stomach.
“Molly…Molly…ooooh, earth calling Molly,” I hear Jax saying next to me. I snap my eyes up to him and see his brows drawn in concern. “You’ve been away with the fairies all day. Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Uh, yeah sorry,” I say sounding very unconvincing.
“No, I’m not letting you get away with that. Come on, grab your bag. We are going to that wine bar down the street and you are going to tell me all about it.”
I grab my bag as he shuts both our computers down and tidies up slightly.
I watch Jax walk back from the bar with our fourth or fifth glass of wine. We’ve been chatting about all sorts since we’ve been here. He’s told me more about Lucy, I’m so jealous of how goofy he looks when he talks about her. I want someone to look like that when they talk about me.
“Does she not mind you being out getting drunk with me?”
“No, she’s fine with it. One of her friends has just broken up with her boyfriend, she’s been spending a lot of time with her. Apparently she’s a mess. Lucy’s friends are really important to her. She’s always doing something with one of them. It’s one of the things I love, she’s so caring of the people who are important to her.” There’s that goofy face again.
I look down at my glass and watch the condensation run down the side. I let out a large breath I didn’t realise I was holding.
“So, now you’re suitably tipsy, what the hell is wrong?”
“Ryan,” I say looking up at him. I go on to explain everything that has happened over the past few days. Jax takes on board everything I say but lets me talk until I’ve worn myself out.
“Let me get this right, you only want to be friends with him even though you feel so strongly about him?”
“Yes, there is too much at stake to lose.”
“So you are going to torture yourself, and him by the sounds of it, by keeping up the façade that you just want to be friends?”
“I’m not torturing myself, I love being his friend. And he’ll find someone like I’ve got Adam.”
“Hum, yeah okay Molly. You keep telling yourself that.” I fix him with the dirtiest look I can manage in my drunken state.
We finish our drinks then Jax finds us a taxi. I tell him that he should be dropped off first because he lives in the city centre but he refuses and gives the driver my address. He insists that he needs to make sure I’m home safe first. Such a gentleman, I hope Lucy knows just how lucky she is.
I’m stood at my front door fumbling around in my giant handbag trying to find my keys. Eventually Jax gets impatient and rings the doorbell. There are lights on so Ryan must still be up. I give up with looking for my keys and lean against the door waiting for Ryan to appear.
I think I must have fallen asleep stood up a little bit because the next thing I know I’m falling into a very naked and slightly damp chest. I open my eyes to find my cheek pressed into Ryan’s ripped pec, looking down at his abs I see droplets of water running down to soak into the waistband of his boxers. I look lower to see that is all he is wearing. My drunken self is very happy with my findings.
I slowly rake my eyes back up his torso until I have my head tipped back so I can look up to his face. I’m shocked by what I see. He is staring straight ahead of him and his jaw is set like he’s about to fight. I turn my head to see he is glaring right at Jax.
“What the fuck have you done to her?” he growls. I feel his hands come around my waist to hold me up.
“What have I done to her? What the fuck man? We went for a drink after work and got a bit carried away. Molly had some things she needed to get off her chest and she needed a little Dutch courage to spit it out.”
“So you got her drunk to get what you wanted?”
“What, no! I was being a friend and helping her, listening to her. She’s been distracted all day, not been herself at all. Something was obviously seriously bothering her.”
“If she needs a friend because she’s got an issue, I’m here. She knows I’m always here for her. You can go now, you’ve done enough, clearly.”
I’m listening to their exchange and want to speak but my mouth won’t connect with my brain and work properly.
