Page 87 of Molly's Mr. Wrong
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MONDAYCAMETOOSOON.
Molly woke up with a headache and it only intensified when she discovered that the dean had called in sick that day. She felt like going home sick, but what good would that do?
She muscled through her classes, muscled through her evening class. When she stopped at Finn’s desk after her lecture she simply said, “No results yet.”
“See you later?” he asked quietly.
Molly shook her head and moved on. Denny was also out sick, so she could have probably spent more class time with Finn without fear of someone reading something into it, such as her giving him the answers or being involved in a relationship with him, but her head still hurt and she just wanted to go home, go to bed and shut out the world for a while.
Every now and again one was entitled to do just that. Tonight was her night and that was what she told Finn when he came into her office after class.
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’m just tired.” Confused. Frustrated on many levels. And uncertain as to her next move in the game of life.
“Maybe we should go hiking with Georgina and Chase this coming weekend. Get away.”
“I’ll have a lot of work next weekend.”
“And maybe we shouldn’t be seen together?”
“There’s that,” she agreed.
“Hell of a way to live, but I understand. I don’t want to mess with your job.”
“And I don’t want to mess with you.”
Finn stilled. “Meaning?”
“Meaning it’s very important that we are on the same page here...about what we have and what we want.”
He reached out to gently brush her hair back over her shoulder, his fingers caressing her neck. “I guess I want you.”
Not what she’d hoped to hear. Twelve years ago she would have died of happiness at those words. Today they scared her death. He wanted her and, if she were honest, she wanted him...but wanting was the first step toward heartbreak. The first step toward getting into a situation where control was out the window and another person’s actions could destroy you.
“Finn.” Her voice grew husky. “That isn’t going to happen. Not in the way I think you want.”
“What? In like a real relationship way?”
“I don’t want a real relationship, Finn. I can’t handle one. I don’t want to deal with the uncertainty that comes with a relationship.”
Finn stepped back and regarded her for a moment, then wiped a hand over his face. “We all have baggage, Molly.”
“True.”
“We don’t have to carry it alone.”
“Some of us choose to carry it alone.”
“Why?”
“I fought hard for my independence and I don’t want to compromise it.”
“How will being with me compromise your independence? I’m not pushy.”
“I don’t know that, Finn. We haven’t been together.”
