She lifted her hands and smoothed down her hair. She was embarrassed about looking at my crotch, and I hid my grin.
So, the Sasha thinghadgotten to her. Molly fell for the prank that Sasha Watson was there to suck off half the team to congratulate them on a good game when in fact, she was there to see her boyfriend, Mason.
It had been his birthday, and Sash had wanted to surprise him by waiting in the locker rooms. They were a tight couple. Mason would rip the head off anyone who had ideas about Sasha. Sash and I went way back and attended preschool together. She was the only person who had met my real parents.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Surely you know who I mean. The girl from the guys' locker room?” she reminded me, moodily folding her arms across her ample chest.
I smirked and responded, “Sorry, no can do. I wantyou,English.” Molly’s cautious gaze remained fastened to mine as I drew back.
As she digested those words, and lowered her arms. She then glanced down at her backpack on the floor by her legs.
“Well, you’ll just have to want,” Molly replied, her eyes then flashing behind my shoulder. She was looking for someone to save her? No one would, as that would mean going against their king. “Sexual stuff is off the table.”
“Why, when you're clearly begging for it?”
“No, I’m not. I don’t believe in detached sex,” she muttered moodily.
I gave it a full minute, letting her stew before I replied. A nice guy would have put her out of her misery quicker, but I was anything but that. I was also miles away from feeling forgiving. I had hated being ghosted. It was a first for me, and I didn’t like how much of a failure it made me feel.
Clearing my throat, I dropped my bombshell. “You’re such a liar. But I didn’t mean that. I want you to tutor me.”
She snorted, “In what? Manners?”
My eyes narrowed. “Funny. No, in math.”
Molly gave me an incredulous look, “Really? Why?”
“Because if I want to stay off the bench, I need better results. I almost flunked my calc test last week.”
“How do you know if I’m any good at maths. You don’t even know me.”
“You told me the day we met that you majored in math. And as far as knowing you goes, familiarity is overrated. I go with my gut. You ooze that smartass vibe.”
After a thick silence, she released a tired breath, but then agreed. “Fine. I’ll tutor you.”
Rolling my shoulders, I asked the inevitable, “Cool. My place or yours?”
She looked horrified by my suggestion, “In the library would be best. My father would have a stroke if I brought a boy home.”
That was kind of the point, but I let it slide for now.
“My place it is then. And you’ll be quite safe. I don’t force myself on girls. I don’t need to.”
I wanted Molly to feel like she hadsomecontrol. When news that she was in my bedroom got onto social media, that shit would spread like the clap and stir everything up again. Which is what I wanted, didn’t I?
Thoughts of Molly in my room started to mess with me. Fuck, I needed to get my head on straight. I rarely allowed my dick to dictate what I did but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Taking a step closer. I smiled and skimmed my knuckles gently down her face.
“I’ll message you my address. Sunday works for me, around noon? Oh, and wear something…” I faded out my words on purpose, and she raised an unimpressed eyebrow as I tacked on, “comfortable. It gets hot in my room, so maybe something that doesn’t have too many layers.”
Molly snorted, “The day doesn’t exist when I allow you to tell me what to wear, Hudson.”
“We’ll see,” I replied with a cocksure smile, our lips so close.
I then did something that surprised us both: Ikissedher.
Dipping my head, I covered her mouth with mine. Molly’s breath hitched at the contact.
And I found heaven.
