Page 27 of The Promise

Silence.

“Molly. Tell me now, who said you’ve gained weight?” I squeeze her hand tighter in mine and she scratches her head, before huffing and giving in to me.

She flaps a hand through the air. “It was nothing, just, Harvey said something ab—”

I’m out of my seat before she can finish her sentence. I grab her phone from the table and fly out of the cafe door, into the icy wind as she calls after me. I scroll through her contacts and find his number, tapping it immediately and pressing the phone to my ear, waiting as it rings out.

He picks up after a moment, relief lacing his tone. “Oh, Mol, I'm so glad you called me, look about yesterday, I—”

“I’d shut that fucking mouth if I was you,” I growl, red hot lava crawling up my throat. “She told me what you said about her, and I just wanted to let you know that if you ever, say anything like that to her again,” I take a breath, the venom still heavy on my tongue. “if you ever make her cry again, I’ll pull your spine out through your throat.”

“I just, I-I…” he stutters and I cut him off again.

“Just a ‘yes Kyle’ will do Harley.”

“Actually my names Harv—”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I hear him cough nervously before he whispers, “Yeah, ok,” and hangs up the phone.

I can already feel the flames start to simmer, the rush of anger I felt a moment ago calming a little, but my possessiveness is still burning bright. I head back into the cafe to a nonchalant looking Molly, who only raises an eyebrow at me, saying nothing.

“I told him to fuck off,” I mutter, grabbing her hand again and dropping a light kiss to the back of it.

Molly snickers. “Thanks, I smacked his face yesterday too, so I guess he’s had enough punishment now.”

My eyes spring up. “You…You smacked him?”

“Uh-huh, really hard, his poor little cheek was red hot afterwards.” She chuckles and I join her, pressing her warm palm against my face and letting her delicate laughter bring me back to earth.

I drop Molly home after another hour in the cafe together. Mostly consisting of me trying my best to steal as many kisses as I can, and her proceeding to rub my dick through my trousers. She’s left me with an unsatisfied boner, which she found totally hilarious as she wiggled her eyebrows at me and smacked a kiss to my neck, before shutting her front door in my face.

I shove my own front door open with a groan, cracking my neck and catching Sean's eye from across the kitchen.

He pushes off the counter top and sidles towards me. “So, where the fuck did you two go?”

I’m not telling him what happened in the bathroom, no way, that’s between me and Molly and I have no intention of sharing any of her private trauma with anyone else.

“We just, we went to a erm, cafe… after the, bathroom.”

“Yeah, ok man.” He titters, slinging an arm around my shoulder and hauling me into the dimly lit living room. It’s just the two of us right now and I can tell by the way his piercing eyes keep burning into the side of my face that he wants to say something. I wish he’d fucking spit it out. I turn to him, eyebrows crawling up my forehead. “Yes?”

He laughs and the dimples deepen in his face. “You like her, don’t you?” “Molly?” I say and he nods, “Yeah, she’s hot.”

And funny and smart and sassy and brave and honest and just fucking everything.

“No, I mean you really like her.” He grins, brows wiggling and I clamp my lips together to not give myself away. He’s obviously right. I really fucking like Molly, so much so that I'm starting to panic about the future and how the fuck I stop her from slipping through my fingers once she gets wind of my feelings. She’s told me before, her instinct is to run when guys fall for her and she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with anyone, including me. I wish that didn’t hurt as much as it does and I would be lying if I said it doesn’t fucking sting.

“Nah man, it’s just sex.” Liar.

Sean tilts a thick brow. “Huh, so why haven’t you got bored yet and fucked someone else?”

“Maybe I like having sex with Molly, and maybe she…she,” I catch Sean's disbelieving smirk and it breaks my wobbly denial in two. “Maybe she fucking owns me and I don’t even hate it like I should. I just I-I want to be around her all the time, even when we’re not having sex, is that weird?” My neck has broken out in a cold sweat and I rub at it anxiously as Sean fights against his triumphant, cocky grin. He watches my nervous ramble die down, before his face softens into a knowing expression and he gives my shoulder a pat.

“No, it’s not weird Ky, I was the same way with Callie,” he shrugs, smile tipping his lips as usual when he mentions her. “I still am.”

My hand finds the back of my neck again, shuffling beside Sean on the couch. “But you guys are like…in love, so it’s different.” It is different right? Please god tell me it’s different.

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