WRITTEN IN THE STARS

TWENTY EIGHT

October 26

[ Molly POV ]

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Pulling bobby pins out of my hair, I wince when my hair gets caught. I pull softly, trying to undo the knot.

"You had you're chance, Molly." Lexi sighed over the phone. "Now everyone thinks something happened."

"Don't tell me I was caught?" I sigh, brushing my fingers through my hair for any bobby pins I might have missed.

"Eh," She said, a bit hesitant. "There are a few pictures of you guys leaving the venue together, but none of you guys at the hotel. Which is good."

"I'm never going to hear the end of it." I shake my head, heading downstairs towards my kitchen.

"So what exactly happened?" Lexi asked, curiosity poking at me. "I mean, the hickeys on your neck look pretty serious. Something kinky must have gone on."

"Well," I sigh. "A lot of stuff, but just before we- you know- did it, I stopped him and said I was too drunk and I wouldn't remember anything in the morning. So he brought me home."

"Were you really?"

"No." I softly laughed.

"So, you got caught by the press, you didn't have sex, and you're still in need of a good fuck." She exclaims. "Great!"

"Hey!" I pout my lips. "I'm completely fine."

"Yeah, well not good enough."

"It was for me." I shrug, resting my chin on the palm of my hand. She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

I bit my lip, hesitant on whether to tell her the rest of the story. Unfortunately, I'm terrible at hiding things and she noticed I was hiding something.

"What?" She asked annoyingly.

"He might be coming over tonight." I wince when the words come out of my mouth.

"To finish what he started?" She shouts, a smile creeping on to her face.

"Maybe." I shrug, pursing my lips. I didn't even know why he was coming. I just agreed. "He said dinner, but you never know."

"Wear those really nice lace panties you bought in Paris! The one with the small, pink bow."

I shrug, unknowingly. "We'll see what happens. Hopefully it's no strings attached. I don't see him that way. He's just a friend."