Dammit, Gavin wasn’t supposed to be a good kisser. And she wasn’t supposed to be into it.
And now? She didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
So, she did the only thing she could… She zipped the back of her evening gown all the way up.
Yep, tonight was gala night.
“Gavin and Travis are on their way.” Rachel swished into the room in her own gown. She’d gone with red, because Rachel could pull off red.
Molly could only pull off red lipstick.
“Yay.” Molly mocked her enthusiasm.
“You’re thinking about way too much again.” Rachel stopped at the mirror, pinched her cheeks to bring the color to the surface—which wasn’t needed because her color was spot on.
“I’m always thinking about way too much.” Hey, it was the truth.
“Then we need to make that stop.” Rachel grabbed her clutch.
Molly grabbed hers off her dresser and started stuffing it with everything she’d need. Her emergency mascara, a little fabric tape in case she had a wardrobe malfunction, and an extra pair of panties because she learned her lesson at the wedding and, though she didn’t plan on needing them, she’d figured out the hard way not to be caught without.
Her phone chimed as she shoved it in the purse. She glanced to her lit-up cell screen.
Gavin: On my way.
Instead of responding, she stuck the phone in her purse and grabbed her shoes.
Gavin had texted her in the days since their… Gah. What did she even call it?
He’d even used appropriate emojis. They’d actually talked on the phone once—to plan their next Agnes and Charlie outing. And to connect.
That’s really why they’d talked.
But the next Agnes and Charlie date wasn’t for a few more days. They were all going to Agnes’s favorite knitting store for a lesson.
Charlie said he’d watch while they figured out the stitches and knots.
Molly actually looked forward to it. Not that she was a knitter. She was more of a tryer, but her sweaters always turned out lopsided.
No, she looked forward to it because it would be time spent with Gavin instead of time staring at a house she was only yay-far from being able to afford.
Gavin in her life felt normal. Too normal. Too comfortable.
Which felt wrong. Totally wrong. So wrong it made her itchy all over.
“Thinking again,” Rachel said, singsong.
She pulled a small shooter of watermelon flavored vodka from her clutch.
“This will help.” Rachel handed it over. “It makes it so you don’t think at all.”
Molly shook her head, handing it back. “That is not the best idea.”
“Give me one good reason?” Rachel asked, not taking the liquor.
“I have to walk in stilettos.” Molly held up the shoes in question. She could not get blitzed. Heck, she couldn’t even get tipsy in these things. It was definitely not a watermelon vodka night. It was more like a seltzer water with a splash of cranberry juice night.
Instead of focusing on how hard it would be to walk in stilettos after Rachel’s happy juice, she tucked the tiny bottle into her purse and focused on her dress—perfection in sequins.
