Page 80 of Molly: Part One
Chapter 20
Molly
I’ve spent hours going over everything with Megan. She has listened diligently as I talked myself around in circles about my feelings for Ryan. I told her about the massage and how amazing it felt having him so close and his hands all over me, then spending yesterday together like old times. When I started talking about today, Megan demanded to see the sketch of Jax. I’d taken a photo on my phone before leaving the house so I grabbed it and showed her after making her promise she wouldn’t tell Jax she had seen it. I wasn’t sure if he wanted everyone drooling over him.
“Bloody hell. I never knew you were so good. This is amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“So what happened when Ryan walked in?”
I explain everything about him admitting he was jealous to how I thought he was going to kiss me and how badly I wanted him to, which was totally opposite to how I have felt in the past when I thought he was going to.
“Molly, I’ve said this all along but I do really think you should just see where it goes. You two would be amazing together and you know it. Take the jump.”
These words run through my head all the way home. Should I just let go and take the jump? Just do what feels right and not keep running from it. Yeah, that’s all well and good but it’s easier said than done.
When I get home I dump my bag and shoes in my room, I catch a glimpse of my sketch lying on my bed and I can’t help by smile. I really am pleased with it. I make my way upstairs to find Ryan and see what he has been cooking, the smell is making my stomach growl.
When I get to the top of the stairs and turn into the living room I find myself rooted to the spot. I lean up against the doorframe and take in what is in front of me. Ryan is stood at the sink with his back to me wearing only lounge trousers that are hanging so low they are resting on the curve of his arse, I can only imagine how good his front will look. He is washing up and I can see all the muscles in his back rippling as he moves. My mouth starts watering as I think about tracing all his muscles with my tongue and my heart starts to race.
As if he knows I’m here he turns and his gaze instantly locks with mine. I watch as his eyes darken the longer I look into them. Eventually they break away and run down my body. I’m still wearing my boyfriend jeans and a hoodie so I don’t know why he bothers.
When they come back to my eyes, his are even darker still. I’m motionless but I watch as he slowly starts to walk towards me. The closer he gets the faster my heart beats and the stronger the throbbing gets between my legs. He stops just before his chests touches mine. I have to tip my head back so I can still look him in the eye.
“Hi,” I say in a quiet voice.
“Hi,” he says back with a smirk.
We just stare at each other. Neither of us moves an inch. After what feels like forever I can’t cope any longer.
“Ryan?”
He continues to stare a few seconds longer before he quickly moves his head closer to mine, placing his lips against mine for the briefest kiss before turning around and walking back into the kitchen.
I stand there and stare feeling completely confused by what just happened. I snap myself out of it in time to see him adjust himself as he comes to a stop in front of the fridge. He pulls out a bottle of wine and pours me a glass. I watch as he slides it over the counter so it is in front of one of the stools at the breakfast bar before placing his palms flat on the counter and leaning his hips forward to rest against the worktop, giving me an awesome view of his chest, abs, v line and his happy trail that disappears under the counter then his trousers. I can’t help but stare.
“Come on, dinner will be ten minutes…I think,” he says nodding to my glass of wine.
I slowly walk over taking my hoodie off as I go, after that little interaction I most definitely don’t need it on to keep me warm. I throw it on the sofa as I pass and sit myself up on the stool before taking a sip of my wine.
I look up because I feel his eyes on me, well when I say on me I mean on my tits. I still have my tank top on under my hoodie and it’s pretty low cut. I watch his tongue sneak out and run over his bottom lip before he swallows making the muscles in his neck ripple.
“Come and sit down.”
“I…uh…I think I need to stay this side of the units for a while.” His eyes drop to his crotch briefly and I follow them suddenly realising why he is over there.
“Oh.”
“Did you have a good time with Megan?”
“Yes thanks. We just chatted.” I feel my cheeks heat as I say this knowing the only thing we talked about was him.
“Why are you blushing?”
Fuck sake, I can’t hide anything from him. “No reason, didn’t even realise I was.”
“Molly, you’re a shit liar. Wait, were you talking about me?”
