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“It’s probably something you should think about. You can’t go around kissing men without their consent because you’re hurting or feel out of control.”
“I’m a horrible person.” He buries his face, and I suspect he’s crying again. This isnotwhere I thought my night would end up. Comforting the drunk guy who kissed my boyfriend.
“You’re not horrible. Good people make shitty mistakes all the time.”
“I bet that’s what horrible people say about themselves.”
“Want to know how you can tell the difference?”
Slowly, he shifts, head turning to face me, and yup. Fresh tears on his cheeks. “How?”
“Because good people make amends and learn.” I hide the smile at remembering Ford telling me something similar. “They grow from their mistakes. They don’t hide behind excuses. They acknowledge that what they did was shitty, and they make sure they don’t do it again.”
He takes a moment to process my words. “Is that your way of warning me never to kiss your boyfriend again?”
“Nope.” I chuckle. “I don’t need to warn you of that. The fact Ford put distance between you two tells you all you need to know. He’s made it very clear where he’s at. And if you have any kind of respect for him, you’ll never put him in the position you just did again. Because while the kiss I can forgive—once—what I’m the most pissed about is that you made him panic. You forced him to hurt you, and it’s not something that Ford does easily.”
“He’s amazing.”
“He is.”
Molly slants another quick look at me, frown falling deep. “Are you dressed as a mustard bottle?”
“Yep.”
“I’m really struggling to have a serious conversation with you like that.”
“And yet youmustardthe strength to anyway.”
“Urg. Dad jokes.”
I scoff and pull my hand away. “They’re called puns.”
“Whatever you say, Grandpa.”
“Hey, if I don’t get tokidyou, you don’t get tograndpame.”
Molly straightens, tears finally appearing to have stopped. “Actually …” He looks me over. “You’re hot. Like, I didn’t notice before. Would you and Ford ever … just one time …”
“Flattered, but that’s a huge no.” I try to stand and get nowhere fast.
Molly laughs and jumps up to help me. “I could leave you in the gutter and go find Ford myself.”
“Wouldn’t help you.”
He sighs. “I know. I think I’m just going to head home.” He clutches his stomach. “I don’t feel great.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“I don’t get in cars with people who’ve been drinking.”
“Smart. But I don’t drink. Come on, you’re only five minutes away.”
“How do you know that?”
“Friends with your dad,” I say. “I’ve been there plenty of times before. Need to tell him you’re leaving?”
Molly shakes his head. “Nothing could make me walk back in there right now. Actually, I’ll probably hide out at home for the next month at least.”
