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“You can have them over at our place and cook whatever you want,” Remy suggests, dialing back the dickhead older brother attitude. “Just make sure their parents know where they are.”
“Okay.”
“Come here.” He slips his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer, and kisses the top of her head. “Besides the vomit drama, did you have a good time?”
Molly’s eyes stray to me, and a soft smile curves her lips. “Oh, yes.”
Remy sighs and releases her. “Good.” He slides his eyes my way. “At least you got that right.”
“Don’t pick on Griff.” Molly pokes her finger in Remy’s chest.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Give me a second,” I say to Remy.
He rolls his eyes but heads into the hallway.
“Come here.” I rest my hand on Molly’s hip and pull her closer. “You all right?” I ask her in a low voice.
“Yeah, just tired.” Her big blue eyes stare up at me. “It’s been a long, long night.”
“It has,” I agree. “Try to get some sleep.”
She snuggles closer to me, resting her hand on my shoulder. “I wanted to sleep next to you.”
“Me too, Muffin.” I kiss her cheek, then whisper in her ear, “Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?”
She frowns for a second, then pink spreads over her cheeks. “You mean down there?” she whispers.
I flex my fingers over her hip, digging into the fleshiest part of her backside. Fuck, these shorts are so thin. “Yes. Down there,” I whisper back, widening my eyes for emphasis.
Her eyebrows pinch and she shifts her lower body, rubbing her thighs together. A groan drags from my throat as an image of my face between her thighs replays in my head.
“No, nothing hurts,” she answers slowly. “More like my parts are aware that I had a visitor.”
I snort, then chuckle at her description. “Visitor? Baby, I plan to move in and become a permanent fucking resident. And don’t you forget it.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Molly
I shouldn’t be plagued with guilt the morning after prom. But the ugly prickliness in my stomach won’t go away. Kyla had one of the worst sexual experiences last night. I had one of the best. I can’t stop replaying each moment over and over in my head. And I can’t even talk to any of my friends about any of it. Hayden’s still mad she didn’t get to fool around with Wade at all. Darcy’s just mad at everyone in general. Kyla’s eyes gloss over every time we mention the smallest detail about last night.
God, I’m the worst friend.
“Did someone get their period last night?” Hayden asks.
We all shake our heads or answer “no.”
“Looks like blood on the sheets.” Hayden wrinkles her nose and flips the covers over the bed.
“Ewww,” Darcy moans. “Did we sleep in it?”
“Mollllly…” Hayden drags out my name and stares at me with wide, trouble-making eyes. “Did you get your V-card punched last night?”
Heat blasts over my cheeks. “No!”
“Who still says V-card?” Darcy scoffs.
