Molly nodded, looking intrigued. “You brought me to the mall? Are we going shopping?”
“Nope.”
“Then what are we doing?”
I sighed. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”
Molly followed close behind as
I led her through the mall. When we got to the food court, I pointed to the Baskin Robbins.
“Ice cream?” Molly narrowed her eyes. “Really?”
I smirked. “What, you don’t like it?”
“No, I love ice cream,” Molly said slowly, biting her lip. “But why?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. I was craving a milkshake.” I smirked and glanced down at Molly’s crotch through her sundress. “I mean, your milkshake is always good…but I need a little time to recharge before I can fuck you again,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
Molly blushed beet red. “Okay,” she said, swallowing nervously.
As we walked to the ice cream counter, I couldn’t figure out what I was doing. Did I like this girl? Genuinely like her?
It was odd, I’d never actually had feelings for a chick before. I’d liked a lot of them, sure, but it didn’t matter when we stopped seeing each other. I never missed them. I never thought about a specific woman when we weren’t together.
And yet, Molly was on my mind…all the goddamned time. What was going on here?
We got ice cream – a mint chip milkshake for me, banana split sundae for Molly – and sat down at one of the tables, listening to the din of children shrieking and screaming their way through the mall.
“Thanks,” Molly said. “This is nice.” She nodded and smiled before taking a generous bite of her dessert. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” She sighed. “I just…I don’t know why you’re with me, when you could be with someone like that girl from your apartment.”
I shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” I said.
I could never tell her that I was starting to think about her a lot. This was just sex – I was sure she knew as well as I did that we could never actually have a relationship.
But then why couldn’t I get her off my goddamned mind?
Chapter Twelve
Molly
When Alex dropped me back off at home, I felt practically giddy. I couldn’t believe we’d gone on an actual date . I couldn’t stop thinking about him – what was I doing? Why couldn’t I stay away from him?
In all likelihood, I knew that I was speeding faster than ever towards a heartbreak.
I let myself inside. Closing my eyes, I dipped my head and twirled in a slow circle. My thighs were still slick and slippery with my own arousal, and I felt sensual and different, somehow more powerful.
Rebecca was right , I thought. Who would have possibly known that I just needed sex to feel confident for the first time?
“Mol? Is that you?”
“Yeah,” I called back. “I just got home.”
Rebecca came into the living room with her hands on her hips. “You were gone for a long time,” she said.
“Yeah.” I flushed, feeling guilty. “I was with Alex.”
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I know,” she said. “I gave you his number, remember?”