Chapter Seven
Molly wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror and ran a hairbrush through her damp hair. She then wrapped herself in a towel and tiptoed from the room. What she needed was a change of clothes, all of which were in her bedroom. Creeping towards her bedroom, she peeked through the c***k left by the door to locate Blake, and there he sat, on her bed, with a drink on the nightstand.
A grin burst to her face when she heard the hearty laugh that came from his socks and echoed through the room. Whatever he was watching on the television, he was enjoying it. After recovering from his laughter, he retrieved his drink and took a sip. On its decent from his mouth, the glass paused.
“Are you going to come in?” he asked.
Molly leaped back. The gap between the door and frame was only an
