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Molly: You still up?
It seemed kind of silly to text when we were only separated by a single wall, but he stopped moving around in his room and replied within seconds.
Donovan: I’m kind of wired. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.
Donovan: I’m getting all my clothes together to run a load of laundry. This button-down is my last clean shirt.
Molly: I keep forgetting you’ve been here a week longer than me. I thought I was going crazy, but you must REALLY be getting impatient
Donovan: Honestly, I’m trying not to think about it. I’ve learned to focus on things within my control, and to ignore everything else
Molly: Right now NOTHING is in your control, though.
Donovan: Laundry is!
Donovan: And you, of course
Molly: I’m in your control?
Donovan: Oh yeah. You totally are.
Molly: My mouth had control over YOU about an hour ago
Donovan: That’s just what I want you to think
I giggled at the memory from the Colosseum. With my exes, blowjobs were things done with reluctance after alotof pestering. A chore that I tried to ignore until finally I couldn’t put it off any longer. Like laundry.
But with Donovan…
Oh, it felt sogoodto be in control! Dropping to my knees and totally catching him off guard. Hearing his groans of surprise, feeling his fingers lace into my hair as he urged me along. And then the warm, salty explosion in my mouth that proved I had succeeded in my task. That I was better than Donovan expected.
What I liked most about Donovan was that he made me feel so sexy. Like I was a different woman when I was around him. The kind of woman who sneaks into the Colosseum to fool around.
Our first kiss was pretty good, too.
My phone buzzed.
Donovan: I’m about to run a load of colors. Got any laundry you want to toss in?
Molly: Yes!
I hopped out of bed and began collecting clothes. Most of my dresses would need to be washed on their own, but I could throw my shirts in with his laundry. I had an armful when I heard him knock. I opened the dividing door and he was standing there with a basket of clothes.
“Make sure you wash them on cold, please and thank you.” I tossed the shirts in his basket.
“Molly,” he said softly. There was a weird expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “What is it?”
“Molly, I can’t do this anymore.”
My heart sank. “What do you mean?”
He blinked while searching for the words. “I can’t dothis. The stupid games and playful flirting.”
In the space of a heartbeat, a dozen intrusive thoughts ran through my mind.
He doesn’t want to fool around anymore.
