“So what’s with you being so stressed?” Chris’ voice casually rang from the kitchen. Indian hot sex Okay, fair. “…professor?”
Molly said nothing, and just looked back and forth between him and I. That scenario wasn’t too uncommon for me, but I hadn’t counted on the unknown element of Chris still being up and casually eating instant ramen in the kitchen when I first opened the door. There was something about seeing such a serious look of concentration on her cute little face that somehow made it all the cuter. Chris slowly lifted his head so his eyes could meet hers. LinkedIn? “I know the type. Like, like like him?”
“No.” she bluntly answered. There’s nothing there?”
“There’s nothing. “You don’t get to talk anymore. “But now that we bring it up…” her gaze shifted to the basement stairs. “When?”
She shrugged. “I’ll try not to be so careless with my jokes in the future.” Take me, death, I thought bitterly. He’s a nice guy. “Now that we’re living together, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect some sort of transparency.”
“Are you just used to being the guy people open up to?” I asked, throwing my hands up.
