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“Molloy.”
“Okay, okay.” Grimacing, she held her hands up. “Not helping. Got it.”
“Can I…” Blowing out a pained breath, and feeling totally fucking degraded about what I was about to ask, I forced the words, “Use your shower,” out of my mouth?”
Her brows furrowed. “My shower?”
I gave her a meaningful look.
“Oh,” she replied, eyes widening. “Myshower. Yeah, of course. No problem.” Nodding, she quickly clambered off the bed and yanked my jocks and school trousers the rest of the way off my legs. “Can you stand?”
“Yes,” I bit out. “Can you not kneel in front of me like that.Please.”
“Oh, shit, sorry.” Springing away from me, Molloy pottered over to her dresser, attempting to give me privacy, while she turned back to look every three seconds.
“I am sorry about this,” I muttered, climbing to my feet.
“Meh.” She shrugged, as she fingered through a stack of cd cases on her dresser. “It’s been an interesting Valentine’s Day.”
“Yeah, I bet.” Standing bollocks naked in her bedroom, I hobbled towards her door, with every inch of me on full view. “Molloy.”
“Yeah?”
“The door.” Resting my head against the timber, I repressed the urge to roar, and bit out, “You have thekey.”
“Ah crap.” Stepping around me, she reached inside her bra and withdrew a key. “Do you want soap?” she asked, with her ass way too close for comfort. “Or a magazine—“
“Justopenthe door.”
“Got it.”
CALLING A TRUCE
FEBRUARY 14TH 2002
AOIFE
Fifty-eight minutes.
That’s how long the shower motor hummed above me.
That’s how long it took for Joey to tame the beast.
Another ten minutes passed before he finally emerged from the bathroom.
Re-dressed in his school uniform, with his blond hair cocking up in forty different directions, and his cheeks noticeably flushed, he stepped into the kitchen, towel in hand. “Thanks.”
“Better?” I asked, unable to suppress the laugh that escaped me, as I flipped a piece of French toast in the pan. “Feelingrelieved?”
“Funny,” Joey growled, but the reluctant smile on his face assured me that he wasn’t mad.
“Did it go down?”
“Eventually,” he admitted, with a wolfish smile. “I thought I was going to have to go to A&E for a while there.”
“Imagine if you had,” I snorted, switching off the hob and plating up the French toast. “We would have needed to hitch a trailer onto the taxi to cart that stallion between your legs.”
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?”
