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“Yeah…maybe,” She teases, sitting up and draping an old, worn out t-shirt over her naked body, hiding it from my wandering eyes. I wish she’d stay naked, preferably forever, so I can just stare at every curve, every tiny freckle and that fucking belly button gem that I forgot to take between my teeth, the first time I made her come. But that’s ok, there are plenty more orgasms that I can give her.

I stand up behind her, picking my boxers up from her bedroom floor and walking cautiously out into the living room for the rest of my clothes. I know the right thing to do is to leave now. I’ve made her feel better about Ollie and I got what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her, to watch her mind burst as I came inside her. But I don’t really want to leave yet and as I watch her switch on the coffee machine, her hair now braided and falling loosely down her back, I want to ask if I can stay. I don’t even have my car here, Sean drove us to the dorm building and I had no intention of staying here without him. My plan tonight was to get shit faced with my teammates, to celebrate the brilliant week we’ve had. I can’t pretend though that the path this night took wasn’t earth shatteringly better than drinking myself into a hangover. I’m hungover on Molly now instead and you know what they say is the best cure for a hangover — more of what caused it in the first place.

Molly peers over her shoulder at me and I immediately feel nervous again, her deep blue eyes pin me to the spot and I can’t even move to shuffle my feet when she looks at me like that.

“So,” she smirks, pursing her pouty lips. “You staying tonight or what?” Like she can read my god damn mind.

“Erm,” I rub the back of my neck, scratch my stubbly jaw. “Is that ok? I can go home, if you want me to, I don't expect you to—” I didn’t even see her move across the room, but she shuts me up by pressing a delicate finger to my rambling lips.

“I want you to stay,” she whispers, hands landing on my shoulders when she trusts me not to start stuttering like a toddler again. “You better not snore though.”

“I don’t think I snore…” I ponder, scrubbing an anxious hand down my face again, before Molly pushes a cinnamon laced coffee into my hands to keep them busy. “Thank you,”

Her head tips towards the living room in a question. “Are you opposed to cuddling?”

Fuck no, I'm not. I love a cuddle as much as the next guy and cuddling with Molly, having her legs tied with mine as I run my fingers up her bare back, sounds like just the kind of medicine I need, after the best sex of my life. But instead of saying what I really want to say, the pink tint in my cheeks makes me steer my words in another direction. “We can cuddle,” I shrug, taking her small hand in mine and lacing our fingers together, as I lead her to the couch.

She shifts my legs open and lies back between them, pulling the hair tie out the end of her braid and spreading her blonde hair over my torso, like a splatter of sunshine. She doesn’t need to ask me for what she wants, I thread my fingers softly through her long hair, running my hands through her rays of sunshine, until I hear her breathing deepen.

I watch her for a little while, as she sleeps soundly between my open thighs, her head resting against one muscle and her legs wrapping around it like a tree trunk. Her hair is still between my fingers at midnight and I start to worry that Sean and Callie will come hurtling in, drunk and delirious. Callie is scary enough when she’s sober, she’s like an angry goose when she’s drunk, hissing and chasing anyone who pisses her off. That would definitely be me, if she came back and saw her half naked best friend sleeping between my open legs.

So I clamber out of Molly’s grip and lift her into my arms, taking her to bed and curling in beside her, letting sleep drag me down into a dreamless abyss.

Chapter 12

Molly

I thought for sure I’d feel like shit this morning, but I’m actually feeling surprisingly sprightly when I open my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, my head is pumping, like a drummer moved in over night without my permission, but I guess Kyle and I did drink three bottles of wine.

Kyle.

I twist my face, to find the guy who rearranged my limbs last night breathing softly beside me, his face nuzzled into the warmth of my neck and the smile that graces my face is not welcome. I shake it off and wriggle out of Kyle’s huge hockey arms, ruffling my hair and stepping into the view of my full length mirror. I whip the old battered t-shirt from over my head and rub my eyes, noticing the purple marks that trail down my neck and over the swell of my breasts.

Damn, he's good. I didn’t even notice him making those, but I guess my mind was a little distracted by the back breaking dick he was slamming inside me. I pull my hair into a messy braid, yanking on a pair of pyjama shorts — silk with hearts dotted all over — and a black tank top, that was the first thing I found when routing around in my dresser. I spare a glance at the quietly sleeping Kyle, my eyes can’t help but linger on his torso again. My pussy flutters instinctively and I remind her to calm the fuck down, she’s still recovering from the wrecking ball that cracked her in half last night. I close the bedroom door extra quietly behind me and pad barefoot to the kitchen, where Sean sits on a bar stool, Callie perched on his knee. “Good morning,” Callie chirps, accusation heavy in her tone, but I ignore it and gleam back at her.

“Hey Cal, did you guys have a good night last night? I didn’t even hear you come in.” I reach for the just boiled coffee machine and pop a pod into the top, listening to it whir as the strong aroma of caramel fills the air. Callie sighs. “Yeah, kind of. But Mr big shot over here decided it would be a good idea to bet some random guy from the swim team, that he could beat him at beer pong,” she throws a glare at Sean, who cowers behind her tiny frame, his arms wrapped around her waist. “Turns out, he’s shit at it and the dipshit bet me as the prize.”

That’s got my attention.

“Sorry, what the fuck? What do you mean he bet you as the prize?” Sean lowers his face even more, when my piercing eyes land on him too. Two tiny women, throwing him menacing glares and the six-foot-four hockey captain quivers in his boots. Embarrassing if you ask me. Callie nods, eye roll following. “Yeah, he told the guy that if he won, he could kiss me.”

I almost spray my coffee across the kitchen, my eyes gaping wide as I watch Sean try to disappear behind his pocket sized girlfriend. “What the hell were you thinking Taylor? You think you can bet my best friend like she's some sort of prostitute? I swear to god, you better run right now,” I lift my fist and swing it in circles through the air, threatening him. “Callie, please don’t let her hurt me,” he whispers into her ear and I pretend to charge towards him. The man lifts Callie from his lap, using her as human shield and the two of us burst into laughter.

After the bellowing dies down, I take another sip of my coffee, buttery caramel coating my tongue. “No, but seriously Sean, what the fuck?” He holds his hands up, Callie now snugly back on his lap. “I know, it was stupid…but I learnt my lesson.” He drops his eyes and Callie smirks at me. “When the guy tried to collect his winnings, Sean flew totally off the rails, pinning him against the wall.” Callie shrugs, flashing me a sneaky wink, that Sean can’t see. “It’s a shame really, I was quite looking forward to kissing him, he’s hot as balls.”

Sean’s face pales and his eyebrows fly up into his hairline, before Callie twists her face to his, with a teasing grin plastered across her cheeks. He breathes a hard sigh of relief and his fingers soon find her waist, tickling until the poor girl can barely breathe.

I love watching them like this, my best friend loved and worshipped by the man who worked so hard to win her over, and she deserves every bit of him. Sean loves her so hard it’s infectious, could make anyone pine for the type of love and devotion those two have…well, almost anyone. You’d think I’d want the same for myself, but no. I know some people have relationships like their’s, but I’ve seen too much of the opposite over the years, especially in university. The thought of giving myself so wholly to someone else, trusting them to look after my heart and keep it from splintering, is too much for my mind to even comprehend.

The footsteps that make themselves known, draw me out of my thoughts and Kyle’s nervous gaze comes into view from the hallway. He stops in his tracks, when three pairs of eyes fall on him, Callie and Sean also have their jaws hanging dramatically, like Jesus Christ himself just entered the room. I mean seriously, what did those two think was going to happen, when they left me and Kyle alone last night?

“Erm, care to explain?” Callie gawks, as Kyle makes his way towards me, my hand outstretched with another cup of coffee, that he takes from me with a timid smile.

Kyle catches Callie’s accusatory glare and points at me. “It was her Cal, I swear, it was all her idea.”

“It better have been,” Callie fists her hip, “or I’ll hang your balls from my keys, like I warned you.”

“You going to let her threaten me like that?” Kyle gestures to Sean, who’s too busy combing Callie’s wild curls with his fingers.

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