Magical - Mollie and AJ's Strictly Story

Part 23 - Hotel mirrors

I stare at myself in the mirror. I've stayed in a lot of hotels during my lifetime – and I've spent a lot of time doing my make-up and talking to myself in the hotel mirrors. It doesn't matter where I go – there you are. Poorly lit bathrooms, fancy suites, budget-brand, five-star luxury – it's still the same girl in the mirror. And that girl is sipping a glass of water to soothe her parched throat. But this mirror isn't in her hotel room. It's his.

It was bound to happen. There was such an inevitability towards it happening this weekend. It was a recipe for...well, what happened. You can't spend all these weeks battling constant sexual tension whilst your bodies remain in the closest of proximities, sharing amazing experiences, relying on each other, laughing together, growing together...well things definitely grew last night.

I see your smirk, Miss King. Yes, it was fun...more than that...it was...oh will you stop blushing, Mirror-Mollie! This makes things even more complicated. I don't know what we do now. We can't go backwards, and I wouldn't want to, even if we could. But what on earth does forwards look like from this point?

The trouble is, we didn't discuss any of this. I'd say it wasn't planned, but we'd both been prepared, so it must have been on our minds. I wasn't questioning what happens next last night. It was all about being in that moment. Oh god, I'm blushing again. I don't want to start overanalysing, I just want to know what he thinks. But he's in bed, snoring softly. When I woke up, I looked over at him. He looked very content, blissful even, sleeping away.

I am so in love with him. I just don't know how I will mask it now. I don't think I can hide it, but I also don't feel ready to let the whole world know.

But I am ready to let him know.