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“You might be right.”
Molly laughs and leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. I take her hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze and we sit together, staring into each other’s eyes. The air in the room crackles with tension and the weight of the things we’re not saying to one another.
From my perspective, I just don’t want to say what’s on my heart right now. I’m still trying to understand it myself. Even if I told her what I’m thinking and feeling, I don’t think she would get it. Mostly because I’m pretty sure my explanation would be lacking. Severely.
I’ve never been the most eloquent guy in the world. But something about her makes me feel even more tongue-tied than usual. I don’t think I’m a stupid man but when I’m looking into her eyes, I feel like I’ve got the communication skills of a child. My brain turns to mush and whenever I try to speak, I feel like I can’t get a word out around my foot, which seems to be planted there firmly.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah. Just a stupid dream.”
She gives me a shy smile. “I’m honestly surprised I didn’t have a bad one.”
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’m here. I’ll protect you from the bad dreams.”
She laughs softly. “My hero. I’ll hold you to that. I have a feeling I’m going to need you to chase them away sooner or later.”
“Well, don’t you worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That makes me happy.”
I lean forward and dot the tip of her nose with a gentle kiss. “Me too,” I smile. I slip off the bed and stretch, letting out a hefty yawn. “I’m going to take a shower. You go on back to sleep.”
She smiles and lays down on her side, pulling the blanket up to her shoulder. I linger for a moment, looking at her and feeling my heart swell with emotion. I’ve never been in love. I’ve never even come close really, so I’ve got no real experience in dealing with those feelings. I wouldn’t know what love felt like if it walked up and kicked me in the dick. But as inexperienced as I am with love and matters of the heart, the only way I can describe what I’m feeling for her is that.
It’s love. It has to be. I can’t think of anything else it could be.
Just looking at her makes me happy. It fills my heart with a plethora of emotions. Touching her feels electric. Kissing her makes me feel like my heart might actually explode in my chest. And fucking her… I don’t even have the words to describe how that made me feel. I’m pretty sure it’s one of those things that is so beautiful, so amazing, that no words in the history of language could properly describe it.
All I want is for her to be happy, to hear her laugh, and see her smile. All I want is to help keep her safe and never leave her side. It’s bizarre and terrifying given how little time we’ve actually known each other, but I already know that my life would feel incomplete without her. I already know that I want her to be a part of my life permanently. I already can’t bear the thought of a life without her.
If that’s not love, I don’t know what else it could be. And it’s such a potent, powerful, soul-shaking feeling, if this isn’t love, I’m not sure I can handle what real love feels like.
I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Her eyes are fluttering and already starting to close, making me smile. I turn and grab some of my things and head into the bathroom. After closing the door behind me, I turn on the water and give it a moment to get warm. I open the sliding glass door and step over the tub wall and into the shower/tub combo then, close the door again behind me.
I lean forward, bracing myself on the wall with my forearm. The hot water washes over me and I relish the way the heat is soaking into my body. I turn my face up into the spray, letting it clean off the remaining fragments of the dream that continue to stick to me. I’m not one who normally has nightmares so that’s probably why it’s especially disturbing to me. But I already know why I had it. I’m afraid of losing Molly. Already. That dream played on those fears that are already becoming deep-rooted within me.
I try to push it away, not wanting to think about it anymore. I tell myself that I’m not going to lose her. I’m going to protect her as well as I can for as long as I can. And with Hammerhead likely dead and the Howlers in disarray, I don’t see there’s much to be afraid of anyway. Even still, I want to keep her safe from the terrible things life can throw at a person. I want to protect her from the horrible random acts of chance. I know that’s unreasonable and borders on stupid, but Molly has endured so much in life already that I want to keep her from having to endure anything more. I want her life to be nothing but joyous from here on out and for her to get everything she deserves.
The sound of the shower door opening behind me startles me but before I can turn around, I feel a pair of arms slip around my waist, making me smile. Molly plants gentle kisses all over my back and runs her hands up and down my chest, sending waves of sensation coursing through me.
“I thought you were going back to sleep,” I chuckle.
“I can leave if you want,” she replies teasingly. “But if I do that, then I can’t do this…”
The shower stall is small and awkward, but she manages to get me turned around with a little effort. Her eyes are sparkling and the smile on her face is stretched from ear to ear and she laughs hysterically.
“That was so much sexier in my head,” she says.
I join her laughter. “Yeah, this shower isn’t really conducive to romantic scenes.”
She shrugs. “It’s good enough to shoot porn in though. As I was saying…”
Molly drops to her knees in front of me and before I can say a word, she takes my cock into her mouth. She grips the base of it and squeezes it tight. My body responds immediately, and I start to rise to the occasion. As she moves her head and hand back and forth in unison, a low groan passes my lips. Molly tightens her grip with both her hand and mouth and starts to move faster, to squeeze me even tighter. Fire flows through my veins as I watch her down on her knees, looking up at me as she sucks my cock.
“Christ, that feels good,” I moan.
She obviously can’t speak, but I can tell she’s smiling as she moves her head up and down on me. This was not what I was expecting when I came in for a shower. She surprised me. I don’t normally like surprises, but this one is good enough that it might make me rethink my opposition to surprises entirely. I run my fingers through her hair, our eyes still locked together, reveling in the sensations that are coursing through me.
