Craving Molly(7)

“Yeah—I loved her when we were kids,” Molly said, leaning her head back against the couch and rolling it toward me. “She always brought the best snacks and when I’d stand next to her, she’d run her hand down the back of my head like she was smoothing my hair down.”

“Oh, yeah?”#p#分页标题#e#

“Yeah.” She sighed, giving me a sleepy smile as she lifted the remote in her hand toward me. “You pick.”

She was going to fall asleep. We knew it, but instead of getting up to leave and letting her go to bed, I took the remote from her hand and turned on the TV.

“How about 300?” Molly asked as I scrolled through the cable listings.

“Really?”

“I’ll probably be asleep before anything actually happens,” she said, quietly laughing.

“You want me to go?” I looked down at where she’d curled herself into a ball on the couch.

“Not really.”

“Alright.” I reached down and pulled at the laces of my boots, breathing a sigh of relief when I pulled them off and my socks weren’t stained and didn’t smell like ass. “Come here,” I murmured, pulling Molly against my side.

I was in the fucking Twilight Zone.

I tried to remember the last time I’d spent time with a chick when I hadn’t been getting into her pants—but I didn’t have even one memory. From the time I was fourteen years old and I’d realized how soft women’s bodies were, I’d had one end game. Getting off.

There wasn’t a chance in hell of that happening with Molly as she sleepily leaned into me.

I hadn’t even kissed her.

“Oh, I forgot about the uniforms in this movie,” Molly murmured with a low hum. “Look at those muscles.”

I froze, glancing down at her as her eyes widened.

Then I covered her face with my hand. “Aren’t you falling asleep?” I grumbled. “Better shut those eyes.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, her body was like a noodle, and her head was sliding farther and farther down my chest with each breath she took. There was no way she was comfortable like that, but she slept right through it.

Screw it.

“Will?” Molly asked as I lifted her up so I could stretch out on the couch next to her.

“Still here,” I said quietly, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, good.”

Then she was out again—even as I moved her limp arms and legs around so she was lying against the back of the couch and covering me like a blanket.

I was such a pussy. If any of the boys had seen me then, they would have given me shit about it for the rest of my life.

I reached out and nabbed the remote—shutting off the TV so the house was quiet and dark. Then I just lay there, wide awake as Molly drooled on my chest.

She was a drooler. Why wasn’t that shit bugging me?

I’d known little Molly Duncan for as long as I could remember. When we were kids, she’d been this tiny little thing that always had lopsided pigtails and wore shit that sparkled. Always with the sparkles.

As we’d gotten older, she’d just sort of faded into the background of our schools. It’s not like I hadn’t known when she was around, I’d just never cared. She wasn’t a girl that put out. All the boys had known that by just looking at her. And even though you heard shit about locker room boasting and bets being made about getting into girls’ pants, she’d never been the topic of much conversation. She was just there—answering questions in class and giggling with her friends just like every other high school girl.

She’d become a bit more visible when Mason Flanders transferred to our school sophomore year and started dating her, but their relationship meant that she was an even less likely lay, so I’d continued to ignore her.

Hell, I probably never would have looked at her again if I hadn’t seen her at the hospital. Even in a bar, my eyes would have slid right past her.#p#分页标题#e#

I closed my eyes and sighed, putting my hand on Molly’s back as she shifted against me.

I’d been out of my mind when she’d walked into my hospital room that night. Between the drugs and what had gone on that day, I’d been fucking rabid. A family barbeque had turned into a shoot-out with some guys that I’d used to buy steroids from, and in the end, four of my family members were dead and my mom had been shot in the chest. Looking back, I wasn’t surprised that the nurses had strapped me down. I’d needed it. But at the time, it had felt like a prison. I’d been in the same hospital as my mother, but no one would tell me where she was or how she was. I hadn’t even known if she was alive or not.