A Day Like No Other
Molly watched the tall dark figure walk away, her heart hovering somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach. He'd broken her heart and won it all over again by giving her today. He was beautiful and brilliant and every bit as amazing as John always exclaimed. The feel of his lips on her cheek and the deep timber of his voice would haunt her dreams. She drew in a deep breath and let it out before turning in the opposite direction. Home. To Tom…
But Tom wasn't Sherlock. And Tom wasn't a high-functioning sociopath. And Sherlock would never be hers.