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“That’s not true. I was at Castle Correctional for longer than two months,” I remind her. Although, comparing the reality show to the time I spent in kiddie prison isn’t exactly making me feel better about the situation I’ve put myself in.
“That was different. You didn’t have a choice then. And at least I could write you letters.” She squints at me. “Sometimes you even wrote me back.”
I squeeze her tighter. “I didn’t write much because there wasn’t anything good to share. But I loved every letter from you.”
She’s silent for a minute. “I want to support you. I do support you. I can’t help being sad, though.”
“I need to make it to the finals.” I run my hand over her hair. “But I’d really like to win. It might be enough for a down payment on a house for us and for me to buy into the garage.”
“You’re sure you want to be a mechanic more than a fighter?”
“I can’t fight forever. Not the underground fights.” One day, it might get me killed. But I don’t dare say that to Molly. “I want to have something more substantial to support you with.”
“I told you, I’ll have a decent job. It’s not all your responsibility to support us.”
I squeeze her again. “So, we’ll work at jobs we love all day long. Then come home and make love all night.”
Her soft laughter vibrates up my arms, warming my heart. “Sounds like a plan.” She nuzzles my neck, kissing me.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn her.
“Who says I can’t finish?”
I run my hand under her shirt, gripping her hip. “Are you sore?”
“A little.”
I press a kiss to her forehead and snuggle her closer.
“Griff?”
“Hmm?”
“Was I…was it good for you, too?”
“How can you ask me that?” I pull away and stare at her face. “I thought I was going to blow the second I squeezed inside you.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t ever doubt that.” I kiss her cheek. “You’re exactly what I want. In every way.”
The way Molly sounds and feels when she comes is forever carved into my brain.
I’ll need to hold onto every one of those memories to survive an entire summer without her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Griff
Sweet vanilla tickles my nose. My eyes blink open. Sunlight stretches through the curtains, highlighting the empty space next to me.
“Molly?” I rasp.
Music drifts from somewhere in my apartment. Something upbeat. A clink and sizzle. Power must’ve come back on sometime in the middle of the night.
What’s Molly doing?
Why isn’t she in bed with me?
