Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I murmur, already retreating into sleep.
Griff
The door creaks.
“Bro, what the fuck?” Remy’s harsh whisper pulls me out of sleep.
I untangle myself from Molly, brushing strands of her hair out of my face. “Shh,” I hush him.
As lightly as possible, I roll out of her bed, careful not to disturb her. I wave him into the hallway, follow him out, and close the door behind me.
Remy stands outside the door and glares at my bare chest and the gym shorts I threw on earlier.
“I know I said I was fine with you two together. But seriously?” He gestures wildly toward Molly’s door. “Can’t you two go spoon in your room so I can at least pretend you’re not violating my little sister every chance you get?”
I roll my eyes and blow out a long, slow, annoyed breath. “She didn’t feel well and wanted to be in her own bed.”
He drops the aggrieved brother routine. “Is she sick? She need to go to the doctor?”
“No.” Will Molly be upset if I tell him? She didn’t want me to know. But they’ve lived together for years. He can’t be that clueless. I rub my hand over my stomach. “Girl stuff.”
“Ohhh.” He nods in understanding. “Yeah, she has it rough sometimes. I’m glad she’s home then, instead of at the dorm.”
I stare at him. Why don’t I know this?
He seems to understand my unspoken question. “Why would I talk to you about that?”
Good point. I still feel shitty I had no idea.
“Does she need anything?” he asks.
“I think I got everything for her. It was like pulling teeth, though.”
“She’s very…private about that stuff.”
“Why?”
Remy shrugs. “I love Nana but she was kinda past that point when Molly was going through it. I don’t know how much she talked to her, other than the basics.”
Fuck. Molly’s mom had already passed away, so Molly only had her shitbag father, Remy, or her grandparents to help her. Knowing Molly, she just figured things out on her own and suffered in silence. Like she wanted to do today.
Remy glances at her closed bedroom door. “I usually make sure there’s cookie dough ice cream in the freezer, ask her if she needs anything else, and she tells me to let her die in peace.”
Sounds about right. “Cookie dough, huh?”
“Ben and Jerry’s or Stewart’s are the only acceptable brands,” he warns me.
“Noted.” I chuckle. “Thanks.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “You’re okay?”
“I’m not easily spooked.”
“Good.” He pats my shoulder. “I’m going for my run, but I’ll make waffles when I get back. Tell her I brought strawberries and whipped cream home last night.”
“I’ll let her know.”
Molly’s still asleep when I return to her room. At least she seems peaceful now. Do I get back into bed and risk waking her?
Before I make a decision, she moans, stretches, and flips onto her side. Her eyes flutter open. A soft smile curves her lips. “Hey,” she mumbles.
I cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed. “Feeling any better?”
“Lots.”
“Good.” I pull the now-cold heating pad out from under her comforter, unplug it, and tuck it back in the drawer. “Are you hungry? I ran into Remy in the hallway. He left for his run but he said he’d make waffles when he gets back.”
She purses her lips and frowns. “You didn’t tell him, did you?”
“I…he wanted to know why I was up here. Something about it’s easier to pretend we’re not knocking boots if we’re downstairs.” I lift my shoulders in an exaggerated shrug and pull a silly face.
She sighs. “I guess I could eat some period day pity waffles.”
I snort and shake my head.
“I need to take a shower first,” she says, tugging at her shirt. “I feel gross.”
One corner of my mouth slides up. “I can help you with that.”
She drops her gaze to my crotch. The thin, shiny material does fuck-all to conceal what’s happening in my shorts. I lift my hands, pleading for mercy. “I can’t help it. You said shower, I pictured you wet and naked.” I point to my dick. “And here we are.”
She bursts into giggles. “Well, tell him to settle down. It’s shark week.”
I close my eyes briefly. “Yeah, that’s not a deterrent.”
“Really?” She slips out of bed and comes closer. “But I can’t…”
I grab her hand and tug her toward me. “I think it’s because there’s very little chance of you getting pregnant if we go without a condom now,” I whisper in her ear.
She bites her lip. Her eyes light with curiosity but she shakes her head. “That’s going to be messy.” She wrinkles her nose.
“Probably.” I tilt my head toward the door. “Shower’s a perfect place for messy situations.”
“Aren’t you kind of…disgusted—”
“No.” I cut her off. “Nothing about you is disgusting. Ever.”
She bites her lip again.
“We don’t have to do anything. Soaping up my girlfriend’s beautiful, naked body isn’t a hardship.”