i believe in yesterday ☽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 [𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞]

𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

"you caught him doing what?" paul cried.

"shush!" molly shushed him.

they were in molly's bedroom exactly after her mother and eduardo left.

"you're going to wake up the whole neighborhood!" it was already ten pm.

"molls, tell me you're joking!" he exclaimed. molly sat on the floor of her room. he was on her bed.

"i'm not. trust me, it shocked me more than you," she replied shakily. "would you like to listen to some of my records? let off some steam?"

paul nodded and sighed. he was clearly angry, but tried not to show it. "i don't think we should just let it slide like this..." he said.

she got up and walked over to her record box and started flipping through them. "we have buddy holly, johnny cash, frank sinatra, chuck berry and the crickets..."

"anything you fancy." he shook his head, still a bit angry.

"alright," she grabbed an elvis record and put it on the player.

love me tender began playing.

paul smiled and stood up, making sure the door was closed. he walked over to molly with pure, true, undeniable love in his eyes.

"care to dance?" he held his hand to hers, his face instantly softening upon hearing the familiar song.

molly smiled and took his hand. he pulled her close to him. she rested her head on his shoulder and held him. he had one hand on her waist and one holding her hand.

molly's heart began beating faster than normal. the two swayed back and forth in the middle of her room while listening to the music, just thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

she began to almost tune out the music with her thoughts. all she could hear were the unsteady beats of his heart. it made her feel happy, almost giddy that she had that effect on him.

paul subconsciously closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. he took in her scent, her aura. she smelled just like strawberries. freshly picked.

he smelled faintly like cinnamon. it entranced molly, and she began to space out in the moment.

but the moment abruptly ended when paul accidentally stepped on molly's foot. "ow!"

"sorry," he whispered.

he hugged her for a moment before letting her go, but not fully. his hands rested on the backs of her elbows, her body half pressed to his.

she looked up to him with her alluring eyes. he returned the stare while smiling at her. for a brief second, it seemed as if they would kiss. the way he looked at her said too much, and she wasn't helping.

but molly didn't want to ruin the pure and perfect pleasure of dancing with him.

though, he didn't feel the same. he looked at her full, plump lips and licked his own. he leaned forwards and connected their lips.

molly kissed back, savoring the moment although she didn't want to ruin anything. his hands moved to the small of her back, their lips working in perfect synchronization. it all felt right. their slow, passionate kiss turned into a heated make out session.

molly backed up and laid on her bed as paul struggled to keep his lips on hers. he put his hands on the sides of her legs while climbing on top of her. his lips moved to her neck and softly sucked on a spot just below her ear. her breathing turned erratic, hitching from fast to slow. she let out a small moan, making paul suck harder.