Molly rolled her eyes.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Do about what?”
“Any of it. What’s your plan? The boys are graduating next month – are you going to tell Will why you’re trying to fuck Finn through his gown? Or why you’re fussing over his… cap?” She snorted.
“No. I’m never going to tell him. Never ever. I’m just going to keep banging Finn behind his back until we’re all old and gray. He probably won’t notice, right?” She gasped. Old and gray? Was she really in it for the long haul?
Cleo arched an eyebrow. The question wasn’t whether or not Will would notice. The question was how he hadn’t noticed yet.
“You have a month to graduation. Once the boys are done with school things will be easier to hide. But I gotta ask, Mol. Do you really want to hide it from him?”
Molly’s insides clenched. “What’s the alternative?” She swallowed. “Tellhim Finn and I are doing the nasty?”
“Ah.” Cleo held up her hand. “But that’s not all you’re doing, is it? The two of you have been fighting feels for so long – now you’re not ignoring them anymore, you’ve basically jumped ahead in your dating life. Yes, you’ve only been together a short time and already did the deed.”
Molly snorted.
“But you’re further ahead in your relationship than most start-ups. You’ve known each other and been friends for years. You’re skipping the awkward:does he suck his teeth?phase, and thedoes he have demons in his closet?phase.”
“I already know all of Finn’s demons.” Molly drank again. Her huge plastic cup was getting too close to empty for her liking.
“Exactly my point. You know each other. If you were a trope in a romance novel you’d be friends to lovers.” She slurped on her drink. “And brother’s best friend, but that goes without saying.”
“And how do brother’s best friend relationships play out in books when the brother finds out the best friend has been screwing his little sister?”
Cleo’s face fell, and Molly gestured her cup at her. “My point exactly. It never ends well.”
Cleo wasn’t giving up so easily. “I still maintain things would be better for everyone in a brother’s best friend romance if they all just came clean right off the bat.” She leaned back against the couch.
“What if things don’t work out between Finn and me?”
“I get why you’re scared, I do. Big feelings can be pretty overwhelming. And it’s a huge deal that you both stepped across the line you’ve been toeing for years. But if you keep thinking shit is going to go wrong with Finn, shitwillgo wrong with Finn.”
Molly groaned. She’d woken up to a text from him saying ‘Good morning, beautiful,’ but hadn’t yet replied.
Pulling her phone out, her screen lit up. He’d texted her again.
Finn:Not to go full needy puppy on you, but I already miss your…
Finn:That wasn’t a typo. I was giving you time to make sure no one else can see your screen before I said what I’m about to say.
Finn:I miss your pussy. And other things about you, obvs. Can I see you soon?
Fifteen minutes later, he’d sent another one.
Finn:Too much, too fast? Or you don’t like me texting about your pussy?
The body part in question tingled. She missed him too. Sleeping curled against Finn’s rising and falling chest had been everything she’d dreamt it would be. She’d been scared when she woke up things would be awkward, but Finn had kissed her good morning, flipped her onto her stomach and taken her in the ass.
Three screaming orgasms and a mug of coffee later, there was still no trace of regret between them, and she dared to hope that it might never come.
“Your face is doing the thing.” Cleo’s voice dripped with smugness.
Molly looked up from her phone. “What thing?”
“The dreamy thing heroines do in those chick flicks. I’m amazed there aren’t glitter filled hearts popping out of your head right now.”
