Molly twisted the towel on her lap. “I tried to leave after the disastrous first kiss...”
“But he followed you, didn’t he? He’s such a romantic.” Cleo clasped her hands to her chest, dropped the cushion onto the floor and plopped onto her butt at Molly’s feet. “Go on.”
“Now who’s getting her Disney on?”
Cleo leaned over to grab another cushion from the couch. It said, “Sorry, the give a fuck you ordered is out of stock,” and she thwapped Molly with it. “Quit stalling. Details, woman.” She hugged the second cushion.
“Yes, he followed me, and he kissed me in the rain.”
Her best friend swooned – honest to God swooned – right there in front of Molly and waved a “keep going” kind of hand.
“He picked me up by my ass and kissed me until it felt like…” Molly touched her hand to her chest.
Cleo leaned further forward. “Felt like what?”
“Like I’d never be able to breathe again if he stopped.”
Cleo leapt to her feet. “I told you! I told you! Didn’t I tell you?”
Molly laughed, grabbing a “Let that shit go” pillow and clocking her friend. “And not an ounce of smugness to be found, ChoCho.”
Another wave of Cleo’s hand. “Screw that. I told you. That boy looks at you like he bought a cake and ate the whole thing for breakfast when it wasn’t even his birthday.”
Molly wanted cake. Preferably licked painfully slowly off Finn’s washboard abs. She’d happily coat his dick in buttercream frosting and—
“You’re imagining eating cake off of him now, aren’t you?”
Molly draped the towel over her head and flopped back onto the couch. “No.”
“Liar.”
Her still sizzling face practically burned a hole in the towel still covering her. “Lil bit.”
A sharp knock at the door bought Molly a reprieve from her mortification. She yanked the towel from her face with a gasp. “Did you order cake?”
Cleo giggled and shook her head.
“I’m going for a shower. I stink.” Molly bolted up from the couch, and made her way to her bedroom. She toed off her shoes and fought like a writhing octopus to get her workout gear from her still damp and sweaty limbs.
Why did getting in and out of exercise clothing always feel like additional exercise? She felt duped. Like it wasn’t enough she couldn’t eat endless tacos without her ass doubling in size, she also had to psyche herself up to run the sports bra gauntlet so she didn’t give herself a black eye when she danced. What a crock of bullshit.
A quick shower later, the aching in her arms and legs eased off thanks to some inferno-temp water and a worth every penny shower head. She pulled on a pair of Snow Pirates sleep shorts, and Finn’s shirt. Holding it up, she took in the faded letters of his name across the shoulders.
He’d bought it right after his first game as a Snow Pirate. He’d been so proud of the fact he’d made the team and was skating his dream on the ice with her brother, that he walked right up to the merchandise shop and bought one of everything.
Molly had rescued it from a pile of dirty laundry in her parents’ house one weekend when she was visiting. Fine, she’d stolen it, but that was such a strong word for liberating a T-shirt that not only smelled like the man she was desperate to lick all over but had been wrapped around his naked torso.
No swooning. Molly Badass Morrison didn’t swoon.
She bunched the fabric up and shoved her nose in it, taking a deep breath. If she closed her eyes, she could almost fool herself that he was there.
She’d never admitted to him that she’d taken it. It was her dirty little secret, and while it no longer smelled of him, she’d bought a bottle of his cologne and sprayed it after she washed it, so it kinda, sorta did. She shook her head. Jerk would never let her live it down if he knew.
“ChoCho? Who was at the door?” Molly walked into the living room, twisting her long hair into a bun on top of her head so it didn’t drip all over her shirt. “Are you sure you didn’t order cake? I could really go for cake.”
Yeah. Eaten off Finn’s rod-hard dick like a fucking skewer. She cleared her throat. She was spending the evening with Cleo, she had no time to be a horny wet mess, but her battery operated boyfriends were all fully charged and ready for her Finn-tasies before bed.
“That would be me, Doll.” Finn’s voice from behind her stopped her in her tracks and she spun to face him.
