Page 4 of The Promise

“Care to explain who the blonde bombshell is that you just casually brought along tonight without any sort of pre warning?” I say, eyebrows steadily rising on my forehead. I need to know more about this girl, who is she and how can I see her again after tonight? Callie bats Sean’s persistent advances away and he flips me the bird for ruining his make-out session. “Molly?” She says, cracking a wrinkle in her forehead and climbing off Sean. “She’s my best friend, I asked her to come tonight to replace Lois.” “I’m disappointed in you Cal,” I shake my head, “I thought we were friends, and yet you hid this walking wet dream of a best friend from me all this time.”

Callie scoffs and juts a hip, arms folded across her chest. “Yeah, I did, because you’re a shit when it comes to women,” she turns to Sean, eyes rolling. “You hockey boys are all the same.”

“Fucking hell,” Sean flails his arms with exasperation. “How did I get dragged into this?”

She’s right though, before he met her, Sean was a total shit with women and I guess I'm not much better. I like to think I'm not as much of a one night stand kind of guy as my friends, but I’ve definitely had my fair share of drunk sex, sometimes not remembering the girl’s name in the morning. But I could never forget Molly’s name, it’s already etched into my brain. Callie pinches Sean's ass and he jumps, grin wide and loving as she starts to walk away. I grab hold of her forearm before she can escape, needing to know more about this best friend of her’s. But the second my hand clasps Callie’s skin, Sean shoves me, hard. His eyes are stone cold and warning, silently threatening me that if I lay my hand on Callie again, he’ll put me through the floor…and I believe him. It was totally innocent, I just wanted to ask her more questions. But I should have known not to lay a pinky on her, Sean will remove my balls from my body if I do.

“Sorry,” I hold my hands up to Sean and he nods, eyes softening back to their normal caramel. “Sorry,” I say to Callie and she purses her lips at me, leaning back into Sean’s chest. “Callie, I need you to give me her number or something.”

She folds her arms across herself again, eyebrows getting lost in her hairline. “Her number?”

Oh god, why does this tiny, brunette firecracker scare the living shit out of me? And her best friend? She scares me too and I haven’t even had the balls to talk to her yet.

I shuffle my feet and tear my eyes away from Callie’s hardened ones. “Yeah, or ask her to come over here and talk to me.” My voice is so quiet, I sound like some sort of mouse, this is so fucking embarrassing. Callie blows out a laugh and my gaze pings back up from the ground. “No can do Davis, if you want a crack at her, you’ll have to do it yourself.” Ok, ok, I can do this, I'm a man not a fucking pussy.

I’ve talked to loads of girls in my life and this one is no different…except she is different. There’s something about her, even from across the room. The electricity between us is buzzing like a live wire and I’m desperate to reach out and electrocute myself.

I take a breath, glancing over my shoulder and noticing Molly has moved from her seat on the couch. She’s now hanging off one of the other guys on my team and I feel the green flame ignite inside the pit of my stomach. “She’s not like you, is she?” I look back to Callie, Sean’s hand slipping down into her jeans and making me feel like I'm intruding on something. “Miss ‘I don’t have sex with a guy, unless he wants to marry me’?” Callie snickers, pulling Sean’s roaming hand from down the front of her jeans. “No, you’ll be happy to know she’s the total opposite of me. She loves a casual fuck, but she tends to stick to one guy at a time.” Now that’s interesting and definitely something I need to know more about. “She’s fucking Ollie Hall right now,” Callie continues, “you know, the basketball player?”

I do know, I really wish I didn’t know, because that guy is like a model for Calvin Klein and I suddenly feel embarrassingly insecure. I’m even more nervous to talk to Molly now, knowing she’s being railed by a guy like Ollie on the regular.

“They hook up like three times a week, but the agreement is that they don’t fuck anybody else whilst they’re seeing each other. Absolutely no labels allowed though, Molly is allergic to them.” Callie hides her smirk behind Sean’s arm, as he slings it across her chest, planting a firm kiss on the crown of her head.

“She's fucking Ollie Hall? Man, he’s hot.” I say, scrubbing a hand down my face, as Sean and Callie’s eyes both lock onto mine with confusion. “You know what I mean,” I groan, but Callie simply shrugs.

“You’re hot too, don’t worry.” She smiles slyly.

Sean opens his palms, expression disgruntled. “I’m right here you know?” Callie lifts her eyebrows with a lazy shrug. “Yeah, I know.”

Sean’s palm lands against her ass with a slap. “Stop being naughty, or I’ll have to fuck the sass out of you…again.”

Jesus, these two make me sick sometimes.

“Again?” Callie twists her face to her boyfriend. “You already fucked me into oblivion last night.”

“Ok,” I scrunch my nose in disgust, “as much as I'm enjoying this display of love, or whatever the fuck this is between you two.” Sean dips his face into Callie’s neck. “I’d love some advice on how to get into Molly’s pants, pretty please.”

“I can’t help you Kyle,” Callie shrugs again, “you can go over there and shoot your shot if you want to, but I'm telling you, she won’t give it up. She’s a woman of her word and she has a deal with Ollie that she won’t break,” Callie turns to leave, but stops on her heal and looks over her shoulder at me. “Unless you can offer her something Ollie isn’t already, but I highly doubt that, because that boy is hot as—” Sean clamps his hand over Callie’s mouth and lifts her off her feet, dragging her away with a cloud of mock jealousy across his dimpled face. Callie loves to tease him and it seems her best friend has a similar style of torture. She continues to wink and flutter her lashes at me for the rest of the night, as I work up the courage to approach her. To be truthful, I'm terrified, like she might eat me alive or something. But she’s boner inducingly hot and I have to at least try to get in a game of hide the sausage with her.

After several more beers and a shit load of bigging myself up in the bathroom mirror, I decide it’s now or never. Molly is clearly attracted to me, or she’s just a very good actress. She’s been making ‘fuck me’ eyes at me all night, and I keep catching her staring at my torso, where the shirt I'm wearing clings to my muscles. I try not to let it boost my ego, but I can’t help but feel my stomach flip, when I catch her admiring the body I work so hard for. I may never see Molly again and I don’t think I can just let her walk out of here tonight, without having even given the whole flirting thing a go. I’ll admit, I'm not the best at it. I tend to let my nerves get the better of me and occasionally stumble my words, especially with girls that hot. But I’ll die trying.

Chapter 5

Molly

He’s coming over, he’s actually coming over here, fucking finally. I watch Kyle cross the room, only lifting his bright blue eyes from the ground to check he’s not about to crash into something, or someone. When he finally gets to me, he pins me with his gaze. It’s saturated with lust, but that softness still lingers, just beneath the surface and I know the decision to come over here wasn’t an easy one for him.

He rubs the nape of his neck and I stifle my laugh. “Hey, you’re erm… you’re Molly…right?”

“I might be,” I coo and his Adam’s apple bobs with a hard gulp. Fuck this is so fun already. “You’re Kyle.”

“You know who I am?”

I scoff. “Well, duh. I make Callie bring me to all of your games, I love hockey.”

“A girl that loves hockey,” he muses, blinking nervously. “I like that.” God, he’s so cute.

“Do you erm…” he rubs his neck again, looking anywhere but at my face. “Do you maybe want to….get out of here?”

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