Molly happily fits her body in next to his and sighs contentedly as his hand traces patterns on her skin. She wants to say so many things to him, wants to hear what he thought about his first time, wants to tell him how he makes her feel, wants to thank him for the evening, for trusting her with this. But the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, and the feel of his hand on her lulls her quickly and soon she is drifting off to sleep. There will be time for talking in the morning.
Molly's mobile is tucked in her clutch still which is somewhere in her flat between the entryway and her bedroom. She won't discover it again until she gets up the next day.
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Date: 2017-02-27 06:15 pm (UTC)Molly's mobile is tucked in her clutch still which is somewhere in her flat between the entryway and her bedroom. She won't discover it again until she gets up the next day.