He wasn’t. My natural hormonal instinct was to cuddle her right back and kiss her forehead. No change in her breathing. In response, she lightly gasped then sighed contentedly, her hand unconsciously making its way to the back of my head. “Afraid of germs?”
Molly giggled. She was precious, a gem, my little Molly. “I can see that.” she pouted. Sleeping Molly seemed to… want this. As usual, if you want to get into contact with me or keep up-to-date on what’s going on with me, you should know how by now. I waited a few seconds, and sure enough, he continued. “Not who I meant.” he slurred in response. Afraid to confirm, I slowly extended my hand and tried the doorknob. It didn’t even need to be anything big, like talking or flirting. “I want you to. “You’re usset.”
“I’m fine, Chris. “I don’t want you to sleep on the floor.”
“I have a twin sized bed.” I reminded her.
