She’d forgotten it for only a moment. That’s all.
That moment was now gone, and she was back to herself.
Back to reality.
Isn’t it nice to be back where things make sense?
The answer she had for herself was a resounding… maybe. Jury was still out and the verdict undecided.
She turned herself on autopilot. Set everything up for the video log and they did the recap to end all recaps.
“Oh, hey.” She waved. “It’s Molly.”
Funny. Flirty. Gavin kept her grounded. She was on point.
When it was done, she actually felt a little better.
Because she knew what she had to do. The free trial was over and she had her answer.
“Can I order dinner?” Gavin asked, like he was going to stick around. “Or I can fix you something?”
She shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”
Food wasn’t really a priority when she was moving forward. Besides, she had a feeling things wouldn’t have a lot of flavor after he left.
He’d leave.
She’d take her moment to let herself fall apart. Then she’d pick herself back up.
She’d done it before. She’d do it again. And again. And however many times it took.
“I need to ask you something.” Molly wrung her hands together, realized what she was doing, and dropped them to her side. She bounced on her toes a little to cover the movement, to make it seem natural.
“Ask away,” Gavin said, sauntering toward her with that look of adoration he should save for someone else.
She didn’t ask, though. She should’ve. She should’ve asked him to leave.
But she didn’t.
She rolled up on her toes, and she kissed him. Kissed him with the force of a woman who spent years building a world only to have it start to crumble.
Arms wrapped around her, he used his lips and tongue to soothe the ache in her heart. Kissed her until she wasn’t thinking anymore.
That was her favorite thing about Gavin. The thing she’d miss the most.
His ability to give her mind a break for a time.
This moment was no different. But she took the lead, unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders, tonguing the skin of his neck.
Uh-huh, they were in her kitchen and her kitchen was
not big enough and her table was definitely not sturdy enough.
“Bedroom,” she said against his mouth.
“Where is it?” he replied, pulling her shirt from her jeans and getting it over her head.
“Stairs,” was all she could say because he did that thing to make her fall into the moment. Lose her sense of time and memory.
