“Bro, that’s awesome. Harlow is a nice girl.” Levi replied. “She didn’t need to do this.”
In the moment I’d been struck with how spot on he was. Harlow had come through for me this weekend, even though I’d made it clear to her multiple times we were only ever going to be friends now.
She’s been hurt, I know that.
Normally it’s her dropping messages in my DM, but this weekend it was me doing it to her.
She could have told me to fuck off.
That’s not Harlow’s style though.
“I know. I honestly wasn’t sure if she would. I’ve been waiting all weekend,” I’d replied to Levi earlier.
What had Molly overheard?
And misconstrued?
Levi stands when someone calls out from downstairs. “Come on, we have to go. I think they are cutting the cake.”
Molly should be here.
I hate that I might be the reason she isn’t.
But I need to be here for Knox and Payton and that’s what I’m going to do.
Then I am going to work out what the hell to do about this damn woman.
I like her. I like her a lot. But if this man has broken her heart so much that she can’t even ask me about a conversation she overheard, then Molly Carter may never be ready for the type of relationship and commitment I’d want with her.
Or maybe she’s chosen Greg already.
I pull out my phone and stare at her contact details. Then slide it back into my pocket and follow Levi downstairs.
I was wrong.
Molly isn’t mine.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MOLLY
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Tears roll down my face as I tug the duvet up over my head. It’s almost three o’clock in the morning and my emotions are all over the place.
I’m happy to be home.
I feel like an idiot running away.
I feel guilty for leaving Payton.
I’m pretty sure Atlas hates me.
I care that he might. I am still angry with him.
Harlow now gets to keep him.
Greg has been messaging me and I haven’t replied so I’m sure he’s hurt.