Molly
I feel so lightheaded that I wouldn't be surprised if I fainted at any moment. Christian has turned up here, kissed me like his life depended on it and is now pinning me down on his lap by my hips... f**k my life! Why has he come here when he could have just stayed away without having to see me again just as he has always wanted? Why is he acting this way? and more importantly, why the hell do I like it so much?
As for Tom, that little s**t is going to pay for this, not only has he told Christian where I'm staying but he must have given him my room number too because there's no way the receptionist would hand out that information, she isn't allowed. "Molly, you ok?" I blink as I put my attention back on Christian completely forgetting that he was just talking to me. I'm so distrac
