“Take it back.”
Cleo shrugged. “No, ma’am. You gotta get used to it. It’s here to stay. You’re all loved up. I’m going to poke fun at your adorable, puke-worthy reactions to Mr. O’Brien. Firstly, it’s what any good best friend worth their salt would do. And secondly it might help you come to terms with the fact that your relationship with him isn’t going anywhere. The more you talk about it, the easier it’ll get.”
Every muscle in Molly’s body was tense. “You know this is my idea of hell, right? Feels. Commitment. Lying to Will…” She sighed and tucked her cup between her thighs so she could rake her hands through her hair.
“I know. But this thing with Finn… it’s the real deal. Once you open your heart up to the fact that it’s not a one-and-done kinda thing, I think you’ll find things get easier.”
“You know I can’t talk to you when you bring the logic, ChoCho.”
Cleo smirked. “Answer your boy, Molly. Before he appears at the door and wants to do nasty things to you right there in front of me.” She cringed. “Exhibitionism isn’t my kink.”
Molly’s lips twitched.
“I know.” Cleo held up a hand. “I know. You don’t need to say it’s yours. I’ve been to enough parties with you to know you like doing shit in front of people and you like watching. I’m all too aware of your kinks, Molly Morrison. The walls in this apartment are paper thin.”
Molly snorted and picked up her phone.
Molly:My pussy misses you, too.
She swallowed hard. She was going to have to find her brave at some point. Would he laugh at her? Maybe. But at least she couldn’t see his face over text message.
Molly:The rest of me kind of misses you as well.
Molly:I liked the snuggling.
Finn:You can’t see me right now, but there’s dancing.
Molly:I do like it when you shake your thang.
Finn:I had typed out a soppy text this morning about how much I loved sleeping with you in my arms, but I deleted it because I was afraid you’d think I was coming on too strong and I’d spook you.
Molly:I also like your arms.
Finn:Waking up with you is one of my very favorite things.
Molly:Even with the birds nest hair? The bad morning breath? No make-up and boobs stuck at 10 O’Clock and 2 O’Clock?
Finn:As much as I love your kick-ass red lipstick, au natural is my favorite.
Molly:So if I stopped waxing my beaver?
Finn:I just snorted milk. 0/10 do not recommend.
Finn:You do you, boo. I love you regardless.
Molly sighed.
“What?”
Molly shook her head. “He just typed the L-word again. I don’t get how he can just throw that down and not expect my brain to short-circuit.”
Cleo glided her thumb up the screen of her phone. “I know it’s new information to you, but that boy has loved you for a while. I doubt it feels weird to him to say it at last.”
Finn:L-word freaked you, didn’t it?
Molly:How can you just toss it around like a throw pillow?
Finn:Fucking LOVE a good throw pillow.
