Molly's a hot mess and her life is falling apart.
Just when she thinks she's about to get her happily ever after, her sister steps in to have an affair with her fiancé on her wedding day. Determined to bring Molly out of her funk, her friends take her out for a night on the town, only for her to go home with a professional boxer who pops in and out of her life when she least expects it. Her mother tries to push her back into the arms of her cheating ex, but forgiving Jason is the hardest thing Molly will ever have to do. And even if she can forgive him, does her happily ever after include her ex-fiance, or the charming boxer with a shady past?
EVERYTHING IS A blur. He’s inside of me, his face hovering over mine. We’re in a bed and the lights are low. I can make out his face and his eyes are closed. For a moment, I imagine Jason. His hand glides down my side and caresses my ass before gliding lower, hitching my leg around his waist. His touch is soft and gentle. He rocks on top of me, making quiet sighs and groans. It feels good, and my vagina is throbbing—no, aching. I want him deeper so I tilt my hips up, and he drives further inside of me, but when I open my eyes it’s still a stranger I see. It isn’t Jason. And I want it to be. So much so that the alcohol can’t dull the empty feeling in my heart and my stomach.
Tears slide down my cheeks and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering.
His eyes open and he slows, then stops. A flash of realization overcomes him and he reaches up to touch my cheek. “Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head at first because I can’t talk.
“Are you sure?”
He attempts to pull out of me, but I grab his hips to stop him. “No. Please don’t stop.”
“I…what’s wrong?” He cups my chin and forces me to look at him. “Tell me.”
“I’m just messed up. I’ve never been with anyone but my fiancé and…he just broke my heart.” I sniff through the tears.
His voice is quiet, soothing. “I…don’t know what to say. Should we stop?”
“No. I need this. I need to feel something other than this crushing feeling in my chest. Please don’t stop.”
He hesitates. His forehead creases, but whatever answer he’s looking for, he must find, because he continues pushing into me, this time slower and deeper. I clutch at the sheets beneath me. But he never closes his eyes as my tears continue to fall. Not once.