"Yes," she whispered, cheeks pink. "I can feel you."

"That's happening because you're so fucking sexy," was all I could say before I closed the space between us and pressed my lips to hers.

The minute our lips touched, I felt a volcano of emotion and feeling erupt inside of me.

Like crack, I needed a little something to take off the edge.

I needed a taste, dammit.

Just one small taste and I would stop, I would pull back from the edge and be satisfied with that.

Fuck it; who was I kidding? The only way that I was pulling away from this girl was if she pushed me away.

Regrettably, that was exactly what happened next.

"D, wait…" Molly panted, stopping the kiss, and taking a safe step backwards, breaking the contact. "Wh-why did you do that?"

Fuck if I knew anymore.

I couldn't fucking breathe when I was around this girl, and could breathe even less when I wasn't.

Jesus, I couldn't think straight anymore.

"I…" Shaking my head, I attempted to form a coherent sentence, but my words had abandoned me, right along with my tact and common sense. My heart was gunning like a hammer in my chest, knocking wildly against my ribcage. "Because I wanted to?"

Lame, dude.

Fucking lame.

Her frown depended. "But why did you want to?"

"Because you're my best friend…" I scratched my head, feeling exposed. "And you're sort of the apple of my eye." Jesus. I was pathetic. I looked at her nervously. "And I wanted to make you feel good about yourself."

I clearly said the wrong fucking thing because Molly's entire expression caved into a look of utter devastation. "Wanted to make me feel good about myself," she mumbled, eyes lonesome. "Because you're a good friend and know I struggle with my self-esteem."

I scratched my head, at a loss of what the fuck to say to that. "I'm, uh…sorry?"

"No, don’t be sorry." Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. "It's okay."

"Okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"I won't do it again," I offered then, feeling at a loss. I didn't know if she was pissed or pleased about the kiss. I couldn't read her and that made me wary.

I'd never been turned down by a girl in my life, but she wasn't just any girl.

She was the girl.

My girl.

Fuck me…

"I just… I got caught up in my head for a sec. But it was wrong. I don't want to twist things up between us." I watched her carefully, trying and failing to gauge her reaction. "Let's just pretend it didn't happen." Fuck.

"Yeah," she replied, looking a little deflated. "That's probably best."

"Do you want me to go?"

"Do you want to go?"

No.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Molls."

Her brown eyes burned holes through mine when she whispered, "I want you to stay with me."

Relief flooded my body and I nodded. "Then I'll stay with you."