Page 7 of Molly: Part One
When I reach the bottom I realise she has no intention of leaving. She is actually stood amongst all the boxes and crap in the downstairs room that I have just offered her. She looks back at me with tears in her eyes. Great, I’ve made her cry again. She’ll never want to see me again let alone move in.
“Are you sure Ryan? This was going to be your gym. I don’t want to take that away from you. You bought this house for peace and quiet. It won’t be so peaceful with me around and definitely not quiet. Do you really mean it?”
“Molly, we were just talking upstairs about you doing things to make others happy. I want you to forget about my feelings for a minute because if I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have asked. I have two more spare rooms upstairs that could be my gym. What doyouwant? What is going to makeyouhappy, Molly Carter?”
I watch her closely as she studies her hands and nails trying to work out what she wants. She opens her mouth to speak and when it comes out it’s so quiet I almost miss it, “I want this.”
“I’m sorry Molly, you’ll have to speak up. What did you say?”
This time she looks up, the tears are still in her eyes but I can tell her decision has been made. “I want this, I want to move in.” And with that she launches herself at me from across the room with such force I have to take a step back to stop us toppling over when I catch her.
“Thank you so much Ry, you have no idea how happy this makes me. I’ll be the best housemate ever, I promise. This is it, a new start for me from this day forward, I’m going to do things for me, because I want to, not because anyone else wants or expects me to.”
“That is exactly what I want to hear, you need to start living for you.”
We make our way back upstairs and I start thinking of all the things we need to do to get us both properly moved in. “When do you want to get your stuff from the flat?” I want to get it done as soon as possible so she can put Max behind her.
“Well he is going out for his mates birthday tomorrow night, usually they all go out early evening to get started then go all night, so I could go then.”
“Excuse me, what do you mean ‘I’? I am not letting you go and do that alone. Firstly you’ll have to do loads of trips in that roller skate of a car you have and secondly, just no, I am coming with you.”
“Ryan, you don’t have to do that, you have already done more than I could ask of you.”
“Okay how about, shut up this isn’t up for discussion. What time is he going out and what time should we head over?”
“You know you’re a stubborn arse right?” I just shrug my shoulders at her in response. “If we go over for seven he should be well gone by then and that will give us plenty of time to make sure I have everything. Oh and don’t take the piss out of my car, she’s awesome. I moved into that flat in her so I am capable of moving out in her. I don’t actually have a lot of stuff.”
“You’re calling me stubborn? Brilliant!” I comment laughing before resuming my seat on the sofa with a new beer.
Molly comes and sits next to me, pulls the blanket over our legs and settles into the cushions with her wine. “How is it you have unpacked hardly anything yet but you have a blanket over the back of your sofa, that’s sort of a strange thing to unpack first don’t you think?”
Usually I would agree with her, it was unusual but it was the first thing Hannah and I bought together after I moved into the flat. We had many amazing nights together sat under this thing and it might make me sound like a pussy but I wanted it here with me in my new house.
“Oh shit, I can tell by that look on your face why it is here, it’s Hannah’s isn’t it?”
“Yes it is. But tonight we are not talking about all that, we are being happy and celebrating you moving in. There is plenty of time for the other stuff later.”
“That sounds like a plan Mr Evans. Chuck the remote over, we need music if we are celebrating.”
With that, the sounds of old school hip-hop and R&B fill the room and I groan.
“What?” Molly asks with an innocent look on her face.
“Nothing, I had just forgotten about your love of this music, maybe I should have considered that before asking you to move in.”
“Oh shut up, you love it really. Oh, I love this song.”
After making that announcement Molly is up dancing around the room with the last of her wine, she’s swaying about showing just how pissed she is but still managing to keep to the beat. In this moment she looks happy and carefree like all twenty four year olds should, I want her to be like this more. As one song drifts into another I notice the beat of the songs get more and more sexy as do Molly’s dance moves. She’s stood there grinding her hips round and round, I just can’t help but notice how fucking sexy she is. It has been a long time since I have seen any action and although my brain knows nothing will ever happen between Molly and me apparently my dick didn’t get the message. Thank god for the blanket she pulled over us earlier.
“Come on Ry, dance with me,” she slurs and she gives me her come hither look, fuck don’t do that.
“No, you’re okay, I’m fine here watching.” She has no idea how torturous this is for me.
As the next song comes on she starts waving her hands above her head making my t-shirt she is wearing rise, revealing the bottom of her red lacy knickers that are cut high across her arse, her nice tight, perky arse. Shit, shit, shit, look away now I say to myself as I try to pull myself together before I’m so hard it’s obvious.
After another couple of songs with me looking in any direction other than Molly she really starts to stumble around to the point where I think she’s going to be on that pretty little arse soon.
“Molly, I think it is time you came and sat down before you fall down.”
“Oooohhhh cooome on…dooon’t be a spoil spoort,” she slurs as she trips over the coffee table and ends up lying face down on the sofa. I can’t help but laugh at her ungraceful landing.
All of a sudden she flips herself over with a pout telling me not to laugh at her and how it’s not funny. I have to totally disagree with her on this one, and I’m very grateful that her little flying lesson has made me forget about my earlier little, or not so little, problem.
Molly starts mumbling about how she can’t remember when she last had so much fun, got drunk and danced the night away. I wasn’t going to ruin it by telling her she was only dancing for about thirty minutes because I can’t remember the last time I seen her smile like she is now.
Eventually she stops chatting crap and her breathing evens out. I look at the clock and realise it’s nearly four am, no wonder she’s asleep. I quietly tidy up our mess into the kitchen, come back, scoop her up in my arms and carry her up to my bedroom. Currently this is the only bed in the house so until we go shopping she’ll be here with me as I am not letting her have a bad nights sleep on the sofa, not that she would probably notice in her state. I get her in bed and pull the covers over her before stripping down to my boxers and sliding in next to her. I have a super king size bed so it will be easy to sleep together and not even realise there is someone else here. As soon as my head hits the pillow I’m out like a light.
