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“Morning,” I reply.

“You hungry?” he asks, moving back from me and shuffling to sit up on the edge of the bed.

“Mmm, coffee,” I mumble, turning towards him. I watch him stand, the muscles in his back moving as he stretches. Saliva pools in my mouth. He takes a few steps and pauses when he gets to the doorway, his eyes roaming over me for a moment before he heads to the kitchen.

Why was I angry again?

I hear him rustling around in the kitchen, so I slowly get myself up and use the bathroom. I take my hair out of its braid and fluff it around until it looks decent and wash my face. It’s colder than it was last night, so I go to his dresser and grab the first long sleeve top I can find, pulling it on over my singlet.

We need to talk about last night. I’m more worried than angry now. Worried that I’ll fall for him and this whole situation will blow up in my face.

I sit back down on the bed, phone in hand, and see I’ve already got messages from the girls asking about last night.

PENNY: Does he have a massive cock? He gives off major big dick energy.

EVIE: How did last night go, sweets?

There are two types of friends. I’m lucky enough to have one of each.

ME: It went great. Well, until he answered the phone just as I was about to sit on his dick. Jess apparently needed to chat.

They both reply immediately.

PENNY: He fucking what? WHAT? What is wrong with him? Did you kick him in the cock on your way out the door? How did you not just get up and leave?

EVIE: Oh, Ryan. You silly, silly boy.

I laugh and type out my reply.

ME: Am I being a dumbass dating him? Am I just setting myself up to get hurt here?

PENNY: Honestly? Maybe. But I think all relationships are like that, aren’t they? You just fall for them and hope they don’t rip your heart in fucking half.

That was a very ‘un-Penny-like’ thing to say...

EVIE: Just talk to him, Mol. Tell him how you feel about her, make him listen to you. If he can’t respect your feelings, then at least you know now.

“Molly, you up, gorgeous? How do you want your eggs cooked?” Ryan calls from the kitchen. I re-read the girl’s replies and then chuck my phone back on the bed.

“Scrambled please. I’ll be one sec,” I call back.

I take some deep breaths and give myself a mental pep talk.

You can do this. Tell him how you feel. Pull up your big girl panties.

???

RYAN

I fill the coffee machine, turning it on before I rummage through the fridge for something to make my girl for breakfast.

Bacon and eggs.Easy.

As I'm waiting for the pan to heat, Molly sways in, sitting on a bar stool at the counter. She’s changed into one of my old long-sleeve gym shirts and her hair is a mess of waves. Her eyes are still sleepy and she's got a little smirk on her face. I could get used to waking up to her in the morning.

God, I fucked up so bad last night. I’m feeling grateful that she’s even still here. Answering Jess’s phone call was so dumb. Why didn’t I see that? Why did I do that? She got snappy with me on the phone when I tried to tell her I needed to go, so I told her that she needed to respect my relationship. The whole conversation ended with her throwing a fit and hanging up on me. Really, I should have hung up the moment I knew she was fine, but I didn’t, and now, once again, I’ve got to prove myself to Molly.

“You can cook?” she asks, refocusing me on the present.

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