Page 105 of Letters to Molly (Maysen Jar 2)

“I let it get out of control back here.” She shook her head, scolding herself.

“You were busy.”

“I know. But I hate weeds.”

“I can get you on the rotation with the flower crew.” I had a team solely responsible for flowers. They traveled around the valley, tending to clients’ flower beds and flowerpots so there was never any weeding or trimming necessary. It was an elite service, mostly requested by my wealthier customers.

“No, but thank you,” she said. “I don’t mind. When it’s not so far behind, it’s actually kind of a stress reliever.”

“You’re home early today. I thought you’d be at the restaurant until six.”

“Me too. But it was really slow. It happens when the weather gets like this. People get in their sunshine while they can. Poppy and I flipped a coin for who had to stay and work. I won.”

We continued to weed along the flower bed until we reached the end. My good hand was smudged, my cuticles stained brown. “Damn, but I missed dirt.”

Molly laughed and scooted closer, pulling off her gloves. Her fingers were much cleaner, but her face had a few smudges. “It’s weird to see your hands clean. They just don’t look right unless there’s some dirt under your fingernails.”

“And I’ve always thought you were sexy when you got a little messy.” I brought my hand to her face, using my thumb to rub a streak of dirt from her cheek.

Our eyes caught. Hers flashed darker. A rush of color spread across her face as I let my hand drift across her cheek, the tips of my fingers skimming up and over the shell of her ear.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her breath hitched and her lips parted.

The warmth from the sun was replaced by the scorching heat between us. I leaned in, letting her draw me closer.

Molly didn’t lean back. She stayed there on her knees, her hands at her sides as I brushed my lips across hers. “Finn,” she whispered.

“Molly.”

“What are you doing?” Her breath caressed my mouth.

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“Kissing you.”

She stayed still as I repeated the movement, this time letting my tongue dart out and trace the seam of her lips. She tasted like mint and sunshine. She smelled like heaven and earth.

“Kiss me,” I ordered.

“I don’t—”

“Kiss me. Kiss me like I know you want to.”

She let out a small moan of protest.

Fuck. I’d pushed too hard. I was certain she’d pull away any second, but then her arms lifted, hesitantly looping around my shoulders. Her chest pressed into mine.

It was all the agreement I needed.

I crushed my lips to hers, slipping my tongue past her teeth. I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her tight as I immersed myself in the sweetness of her lips.

A rush of blood pulsed in my cock. The familiar twitch was so goddamn welcome. Thank God, it still worked. I hadn’t asked the doctors if sex was on the table. I didn’t care. I’d reinjure myself every day of the week if it meant getting another shot with Molly.

I shifted closer, wanting to press my arousal into her belly, but my boot caught on the lawn as I shifted and sent a sharp sting up my leg.

“Ah.” I winced, pulling away from Molly’s mouth.