Page 86 of Repairing the Wreckage

Revenge? Whatever it was, it didn’t feel good.

“I don’t understand why you won’t just fuck Torch to get Griff out of your system?” Hayden suggests as if it’s nothing more than sticking my feet into a new pair of shoes. “He’s obviously up for it.”

“I can’t do that.” I wrinkle my nose.

Darcy leans her elbows on the counter. “I thought you liked him?”

“I do.” I shrug and shift my gaze to the kitchen window where morning light seeps in through the edges of the blinds. Maybe I should’ve stayed home and risked running into Griff. “He’s nice to look at. And he’s been really sweet. But I don’t feel that…” I circle my hand over my heart, unsure of how to express the lack of something more.

“He’s not Griff?” Kyla lifts an eyebrow.

“Yes…but it’s more than that.”

“Aww, we have ourselves a little demisexual in our group.” Hayden claps her hands together and nudges me with her elbow.

“Look at you, learning big words in college.” Kyla leans over the counter and slow claps in front of Hayden’s face. “So proud of you, blondie.”

I frown at both of them. “What?”

“You need more of an emotional bond before you want to sleep with someone?” Jenn asks with more tact than her cousin.

“I guess.” I shrug. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Nope.” Darcy waves a spatula in front of her nether region. “I’m open for business to anyone who lights my fire.”

“I wouldn’t run around announcing that,” Kyla mutters.

“I think that just means you’re slutty,” Hayden adds.

Jenn flicks her gaze to the ceiling.

I kick my foot out and poke Hayden’s shin with my socked toes. “Don’t be gross.”

“Especially since she’s just as sluuuuttty as I am.” Darcy runs around the counter and taps Hayden’s butt with the spatula.

Hayden reaches behind her and yanks the spatula out of Darcy’s hand. “Am not.”

“Anyway,” Darcy says, returning to the stove to push Kyla out of the way, “we were talking about Molly and Torch going down to fuck town.”

I blink, not sure how I feel about discussing this. “We’re not going anywhere,” I mutter.

“You need to do stuff with more guys than just Griff,” Hayden says.

“I’ve done…stuff.” I sigh and tap my nails on the counter. “It was just so underwhelming I didn’t want to do more.”

“I take it everything about Griff is overwhelming.” Darcy slaps her hand over her mouth, smothering a loud snort-giggle.

I flick my gaze to the ceiling and don’t bother answering. But heat creeps over my cheeks. Overwhelming in all the best ways.

“Hey.” Kyla reaches over and taps my hand. “So, you went off with Griff for a while. What’d he have to say?”

All the complicated emotions I’ve been carrying around since last night tighten into a knot of pain in my chest. Unable to form any words, I shake my head.

“Aw, Molly.” Kyla circles the counter and wraps her arms around me. “It’s okay. Maybe talking about it will help.”

“Come on,” Hayden prods. “What’d he say?”

“He said the same thing Remy tried to tell me,” I finally whisper. “That he didn’t?—”

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