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All she had to do was hear something once and she could remember it.
Song lyrics. Yep.
Speeches? Sure.
Still, she didn't have that same memory when it came to words on a page.
If she read something out loud, that would work. But written words alone didn't have the same connection in her memories.
She didn't think it would impress Jacob to know that she remembered everything he'd ever said to her.
It was the reason she had a hard time getting to sleep every night.
Molly would lay down and pull her blanket up and close her eyes.
Only to have her head filled with his voice.
Even just the gruff tone of his voice saying "Hello, Molly," was enough to get her warm all over.
No, not just warm.
Hot.
And later, when her cheeks were flushed and soft spasms fluttering between her legs, she could finally fall asleep with a smile on her face.
She fought down a blush as he continued to speak. "I just wanted to let you know the priority level for your workload." She swore she heard him swallow and when he spoke again, his tone was a little rough. "I know you're busy with other detectives' reports..."
That had no effect on her work. Not that she wanted him to know that she was capable to doing their reports and more between her quick fingers and her hearing. "Well, you don't have to worry about the other detectives. I always put your reports at the front of my queue."
She winced a little. She hadn't meant to say all of that. The last sentence was something that just got away from her.
"That's nice to know."
She let out a breath and smiled as she told herself to leave it there.
"It's a great way to start my workday." Oh my god. Stop talking! "Partly because I like the sound of your voice."
Molly wanted to pound her head on her desk, but she had a feeling that Jacob would hear that.
"Really now?"
She listened intently and didn't hear his tone change. It still sounded like he was smiling.
"I shouldn't have said anything." Why wouldn't she just shut up?
"No. No, Molly. I'm glad you did."
There was a silence between them and while he might be comfortable with silence between them, she found it… difficult. So she filled it with something she wanted to say, something quieter in tone but she felt it was bigger in meaning. “Then I’m glad I said it.” She laughed softly. “I’m usually not good with words.”
She swore she could hear him shrug off her disclaimer.
And then he spoke again. "You can practice on me anytime."
As they continued to talk, Molly felt lighter inside.
Maybe this felt easy talking to him because the two of them were... connected. Maybe he was a guy who wouldn't think she was dull. Boring.
A quick flare of light on her phone screen told her that it was past the time that she should be going home.
