Chapter 17: Trouble In Paradise

Molly’s Pov

I need some space.

It’s been over three weeks since mine and Justin’s sexcapade with Blaze, and it’s safe to say I’ve been emotionally royally fucked after that.

I’ve somehow been unable to stop thinking about him, unfortunately. Each time I feel like I’m starting to successfully erase him from my memory, I might be kissing Justin and then I’d be back to imagining Blaze watching us from the sidelines with so much passion burning in his eyes.

And then I’d be back to thinking about him.

It’s quite messed up, and undoubtedly, it’s all my fault.

After that night of me having one of the best sex of my life whereby I had slipped into subspace and into a very sound sleep right after, things have gotten a little bit shaky between Justin and I.

I picked up my clothes which had been scattered over the floor for over thirty minutes, and began to select some apart, folding them into a bag at once.

I picked up my phone after that, shooting a text to the group chat I shared with