And there it was.

Her words were the missing part of the puzzle I'd been chasing all of my life.

Molly Peterson loved me.

Really loved me.

Loved me like I loved her.

I was little more than a baby when I fell in love with her. She was my forever memory, my comfort blanket that I always went straight back to.

"I fucking love you, Molly Peterson," I croaked out, feeling my heart beat furiously against my chest. "Always have and always will."

Tugging on my bow-tie, she pulled my face down to hers. "Right back atcha, King Doofus," she whispered before crushing her lips to mine.

32 Molly

So, yeah, we totally skipped out on the dance after that. I couldn't control myself and I didn’t think Daryl could either. The fact that he had me pull his truck over three times on the ride home just to make out with me was proof of his lack of control.

When we finally reached his house, the sheer level of want and yearning inside of me had reached boiling point.

I couldn't take another moment of not touching.

I needed to be with him.

Feel him inside of me.

Have his big body weighing me down, pushing me deep into his twin-sized mattress.

Both nervous and excited, I followed him up the staircase of his house, not stopping until we were both standing in his childhood bedroom, the same room we'd built Lego castles and played kings and queens inside.

Grinning, Daryl kicked off his shoes and socks before quickly yanking off his shirt.

"Jesus," I muttered and then flamed with heat, eyes glued to his impressive chest. "You're so pretty, it hurts."

"Boys are pretty, Dolly," he teased, reaching for the waistband of his slacks. Flicking the button open, he pushed both his slacks and his boxers down in one swift move. "Men are sexy."

"Sexy," I breathed, mouth running dry as his impressive erection shot straight to attention. "That's a pretty big damn dick, D."

"You weren't complaining the last time, Dolly."

"Because I didn’t see the size of the thing you were inserting inside of me." Frowning, I studied his big dick. "That really fit inside of me?"

"Yeah, baby," he purred, closing the space between us. "And it's really gonna fit inside of you again." Hooking an arm around my back, he pulled me flush against him. "And again." He leaned down and kissed me. "And again." Another teasing kiss. "Over and over."

"Promises, promises," I shot back teasingly, kissing him back with just as much vigor.

"You know we don’t have to do anything, right?" he said against my lips. "Whatever you want, Dolly."

"I want you, D," I told him, pulling myself up on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck. "And your big damn dick."

Chuckling against my lips, his hands moved to the back of my dress, lowering my zipper. Moments later, I felt the fabric fall from my body. "Damn, King, you've got some serious bedroom skills."