Am I too much like her? “You know what I mean?” she continued. Molly casually glanced down my body, and there’s no way she didn’t notice. I don’t think she liked the teasing game Molly and I did, given she reminded me again of the possibility of taking a break from our friendship, but otherwise, it was nice to talk through my feelings. “Maybe? Did I do something awful to her, something that – no offense – was worse than what you did, and I just can’t see it?”
“You’re an overthinker.” I observed. “What happens next?”
Molly shrugged again. Not just me, us.”
“Okay, as you wish.” I admitted. I lowered an eyebrow at her and a smile formed. “Kiss me, you motherfucker.” she breathed. “Well, I mean…”
Molly tried to read my mind and laughed. “Yeah, I did ask you to come out here so we could get better. So I went with her next suggestion – I’m trying to find things we can do together that isn’t unhealthy.”
“Like sex?” Molly sat up straight, looking at me. You two are too forgiving. “Yeah.” he sighed. “But didn’t you tell me that you didn’t actually study with – ahhhh.” Molly nodded slowly in understanding. “Um, I can’t think of anything.”
“I don’t suppose I can ask you to cut down on the drinking.” I gingerly inserted.
