Three Weeks Of Naughty Baby-sitting

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR

MOLLY POV

My heart thumped like a drum against my ribs as I carefully slid my shoes off. They made a soft thump-thump on the dusty ground outside my window. Taking a deep breath, I swung my legs out and climbed through the opening. It wasn't the most graceful way to leave the house, but it was necessary. If Drake, who was staying with me, found out I was sneaking out, he might tell his grandmother. And if Mom found out... Well, things could get really bad. Like, grounded-until-I'm-thirty bad.

Abby had promised to wait for me down the street. I'd specifically asked her not to park right outside our house. Too risky. As soon as I saw her familiar beat-up Honda Civic, a wave of relief washed over me.

"Abby!" I called out, a big smile spreading across my face. I ran to her and gave her a tight hug, squeezing her a little too hard maybe, but I was just so happy to be out. After settling into the passenger seat and clicking my seatbelt, I immediately launched into telling her about Drake.

"Oh my gosh, Abby, you won't believe how annoying he is sometimes," I started, then my voice softened a little. "But... he's also kind of..."

"Tell me he's hot," Abby interrupted, a playful smirk on her face.

I couldn't help but nod, a small smile playing on my lips. "Okay, yeah, he's pretty hot."

"How hot is he?" she pressed, making a funny, exaggerated growling sound.

"He's, like... you know those super hot K-pop artists we always talk about?" I said, trying to find a good comparison. "Yeah, he's in that same universe. I sometimes just see V in BTS face in his, he is f*****g adorable.”

Abby let out another dramatic growl, making me laugh. "Girl, you have been holding out on me!”

“He is a damn sneaky dude. Don't want him thinking I am into him…”

Soon, we arrived at the party. The music was already pumping, and the air buzzed with energy. Inside, it was crowded and loud, but in a fun way. I grabbed a few shots – okay, maybe more than a few – and soon the music was making me want to move. Abby and I practically lived on the dance floor, laughing and having the absolute best time. It felt like hours flew by in minutes.

When the party finally started to wind down, I was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks. My head was a little fuzzy, and my steps weren't exactly straight. I usually didn't worry too much about how much I drank when I was with Abby. She was like a superhero when it came to handling alcohol. She could drink what seemed like the entire bar and still walk perfectly. True to form, she dropped me off right in front of my house, gave me a quick hug and whispered, "Good luck with our naughty babysitter, Drake!”

Taking another deep breath, I slowly made my way to the front porch. My fingers fumbled with the doorknob, missing it a couple of times. Finally, after what felt like forever, the door creaked open.

I was just about to tiptoe upstairs, hoping to make it to my room unnoticed, when I saw him. Drake was in the kitchen. The lights were dim, but I could clearly see that he didn't have a shirt on. My eyes widened. The view of his chest and arms, the way the soft kitchen light played over his muscles, was... wow. It was seriously amazing. A strange warmth spread through me, and I suddenly felt a little breathless.

‘Fuuck,’ I thought. ‘He really is hot.’

‘Fuckkkk.’

Drake was that kind of guy with a muscled chest that just made you want to reach out and feel how warm it would be after a workout. He looked so relaxed, but also kind of intense and... seductive. He finally looked up and caught my eye. I couldn't help it; I gave him one of my most charming, slightly tipsy smiles.

"Oh, it's my babysitter," I mumbled with a little laugh that sounded a bit breathy even to my own ears. I started to walk towards him, but my slightly unsteady legs betrayed me. I lost my balance and stumbled forward, ending up falling right against his hard chest. My hands instinctively reached out to steady myself, and they landed right on his bare skin. His arms immediately wrapped around my waist, holding me close. My heart started to beat faster, a heavy, insistent rhythm. My mind felt like it was suddenly full of buzzing bees.

"Did you go out to drink?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I just smiled up at him, feeling a little silly.

His face moved closer, and I could feel his breath on my hair as he seemed to be... sniffing me? My gaze dropped to his lips. They looked surprisingly soft, and a crazy urge to kiss them right then and there washed over me. I couldn't hold back. I reached up and put my hands on his neck, pulling him down and pressing my lips to his.

His lips were even softer than they looked, almost silky and pillowy against mine. I could feel the warm, soft tickle of his breath just beneath my nose. My fingers tangled in the short hair at the back of his neck as we just stood there for a moment, breathing each other in.

Then, he tightened his grip on my waist, deepening the kiss. His tongue gently traced my lips before slipping inside, moving with a slow, sensual rhythm that made me let out a small, involuntary moan. He finally pulled away, and we were both breathing a little heavily.

"You're drunk, Molly," he said, his voice a little rough. "We might regret any of this tomorrow."

I just smiled, feeling a little mischievous. "Alright," I mumbled, "thanks for those sweet lips." I reached up and quickly pecked his cheek before turning and making my way unsteadily upstairs to my room.

I kicked off my remaining shoe and practically fell onto my bed, a happy sigh escaping my lips.

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The next morning, the sunlight streaming through my window felt a little too bright. My head was definitely paying for last night's fun. I slowly made my way downstairs, hoping to find some coffee.

I found Drake in the kitchen, already moving around. He looked just as good with a shirt on, maybe even better. "Good morning," he said, his voice calm.

"Morning," I mumbled back, my eyes flicking to his lips. They still held the memory of last night's unexpected kiss.

"Come have breakfast," he said, gesturing to a bowl on the counter. "You probably need some pills for your headache." He slid a glass of water and a couple of pain relievers towards me.

As I sat down and started to eat the watery oatmeal he'd prepared, he leaned against the counter, watching me. "So," he began casually, "why did you sneak out yesterday?"

I took a spoonful of oatmeal, focusing intently on the bland taste, avoiding his gaze.

"And," he continued, his tone a little more direct now, "do you usually kiss anybody when you're drunk?”

The question caught me off guard, and I choke slightly on my oatmeal. "Why?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Did I... kiss somebody yesterday?"

"Yes, Molly," he said, his eyes holding mine. "You kissed me. And just so you know," he added, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips, "you had me up most of the night."

I was genuinely shocked. My little drunken kiss had that much of an effect on him? My cheeks flushed a little.

"Were you planning on... you know... having me yesterday, like you said?" he asked, his voice dropping a little. My face turned even redder, and I quickly took a large spoonful of oatmeal, hoping to avoid the conversation.

"Hey," he said softly. "You don't have to feel embarrassed. You were drunk."

"I don't feel embarrassed, Drake," I blurted out, maybe a little too quickly. "And I wasn't that drunk yesterday! I wanted to kiss you because you looked... tasty. Hot. Really savory yesterday," I mumbled, my gaze dropping to my bowl.

He chuckled softly. "So, you were sober enough to notice all that, but you acted drunk?"

"I didn't want to seem too desperate," I admitted, finally looking up at him. I stood up, wanting to escape the awkwardness, but he reached out and gently took my arm, stopping me.

Before I could say anything, he leaned down and smashed his lips against mine. This kiss was different from last night's. It was more urgent, more demanding.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were intense. "I have thought of doing this again with you," he murmured, his breath warm against my lips as he gently licked, sucked, and kissed my bottom lip.