"It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but--"
I cup her shoulder, stilling her. "It wasn't your fault. She put her body where it was after you threw the ball. There was nothing you could have done. And she's fine."
Shelby exhales, her shoulders relaxing a hair, but her face is still pinched with worry. "Okay. Will you let me know how she's doing?"
"I'll text you."
She nods. "I've got all this. Get her home."
"All right. Thanks."
I still feel a little dizzy from the whole thing, I notice as I make my way back to Molly.
"Come on, peaches. Time to go home."
"I have a headache."
"I'm sure you do." I help her up and we head for my truck. Selfishly, I appreciate having a reason to have my arm around her. Her head is resting on my chest. I wish her arm was around my waist. Always wanting more.
"Wait, what about my car?"
"We'll deal with it tomorrow." I put her in the truck, shut the door. Find myself hurrying around to the driver's side so I can climb in with her, anxious to get her horizontal for all new reasons. "You okay?" I ask as I start the engine.
"Yeah." She pauses, watches me as we back out and head for her place. "Thank you. For taking care of me."
"Always."
"I…" She starts but closes her mouth and looks out the window.
"What?" I ask gently.
"I just feel silly, that's all. I…" She takes a deep breath. And then she spills, the words tumbling out of her. "I don't know what happened, but when I got here and I saw you and you were so…you didn't even look at me." My chest splits open as she rambles. "And, I don't know. It was weird and confusing, and I know this isn't a thing. Like, I know we aren't together, or whatever. I think it was because we'd just come from my house and we were kissing and I…you fucked that peach with your fingers, and I learned by pussy can sweat and then you made me come on my table and didn't even look at me when I got here." She finally takes a breath, and I find I have too much to say, particularly about her pussy. But I leave all that where it is.
"Do you think that was easy for me?" I ask gently. I feel her looking at me and glance over, hoping she sees the torture in my eyes. "I didn't look at you because if I did, I was gonna blow our cover. Immediately. I don't know how to be around you in front of everybody, not when all I can think about is your pussy sweat."
She barks a laugh, then winces. "Oh my god."
I reach across the console, extending my hand, the satisfying feeling when she takes it overwhelming. "I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I promised I'd be a good girl and keep my cool and I didn't."
Oof,I want to tell her exactly what a good girl she is. Instead, I say, "You're doing everything right. I've had more practice than you, and I suck at it."
She laughs, our fingers twining together. So casual. No feelings. None whatsoever.
Bull fucking shit.
"Well, anyway, I'm sorry I'm making you break your sleepover rule."
"I told you I don't mind. The rule was never about what I want to do."
"So…do you have to like…make sure I don't fall asleep? Find a way to keep me awake? Because I can think of a couple of ways that might work. I have so many lessons to learn."
I shoot a smirk at her. "You really feel up tothat?"
"Yup."
