Page 77 of Molly: Part One
I grab his hand and pull him into my room. He sits on the side of the bed and sips his coffee. I can see how tense he is but I don’t really know what to do to help him other than get started so he can see it’s really not that scary.
Thirty minutes later Jax is stood in front of me in his boxers. I’ve just finished faffing about with the silk sheet and I’m ready for him to get into place.
“Right, you take this.” I hand him the smaller bit of fabric. “I’ll go in the bathroom while you get yourself sorted then give me a shout.”
“Do I really have to get naked? Can’t I just chuck this fabric over me so it covers my boxers?” He looks at me with pleading eyes.
“No, I want as much on show as possible. Come on Jax, it will be fine.” I walk away from him into my bathroom and wait.
“You seriously owe me one for this woman,” Jax mutters before I hear the bed move but he doesn’t say anything else.
“Are you done?”
“Ugh, yes. Let’s get this over with then never speak of it again.”
I walk out and look over to him. His face that was green with fear is now bright red with embarrassment.
“Stop looking so worried. You look hot. Abbi is gonna love it and I’m sure her reaction will make this well worth while for you.”
“You’d better be bloody right.” I go over to him to adjust the sheet around him. “Careful, pull that any lower and I may as well not have it over me.”
“Chill out, trust me when I say I have no intention of seeing your dick, Jax.” He still doesn’t look convinced. “Trust me,” I say again hoping it might make him relax.
“You know, you could be wearing less,” he says teasingly and I’m pleased when I see his usual cocky grin.
“Uh no. If you ever take up life drawing I’ll repay the favour but I need to focus on this.”
“Spoil sport!” I just stick my tongue out at him.
I’ve been drawing for a couple of hours and Jax is starting to complain he’s uncomfortable. I keep telling him to suck it up but I know I’m being mean, I’m going to have to let him move soon.
I’m so engrossed in my sketch that I don’t hear the footsteps coming towards my room. Jax obviously doesn’t either because we look up as the door swings open.
“What the fuck?” Ryan says taking in the scene before him. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” I look over to Jax and see a mixture of shock and embarrassment wash over him.
“You said he was busy upstairs and wouldn’t come down,” Jax growls at me.
“Uh, yeah I said he was busy, I didn’t promise anything else.” I shrug apologetically.
“Molly, why is Jax naked on your bed? I swear to god every time I walk in on you two you are doing something inappropriate.”
“I’ve been doing a life drawing class on a Wednesday night, I’ve got to do a final piece and Jax agreed to be my model.”
“I got bullied in to it. I didn’t agree easily,” Jax mutters under his breath.
“How did I not know you were doing a life drawing class?”
“You haven’t really been about much, or talking to me much. It wasn’t a secret. I actually signed up because of that conversation we had on holiday.
“Oh, I’ll leave you too it then,” he says before walking away.
“Well he looked royally pissed off,” Jax says once Ryan is upstairs.
“He is trying to like you Jax. But I guess he’s right, we do get caught in some compromising positions!”
I sketch for another hour before I think I’ve finished. I’ve done it in charcoal so it’s all black and white. I’ve managed to capture Jax’s ink as I wanted it and I’m really pleased with the result.
“Right, I’m done,” I turn my sketch around to show him.
