After paying the taxi driver and making her way to the door of Greg's flat, Molly has to compose herself in order to bring herself to knock. The last time she was here it was after her last argument with Tom, which was not too long after their engagement. She can't even remember what the argument was about, it was so stupid, but she does remember the empty feeling in her gut when she'd stormed out to be alone, though she knew that she couldn't be alone that night. She needed to feel close to someone who wasn't Tom, so she somehow made it through the rain, knocked on this very door and when Greg had opened it they were all over each other. It took her ages to get rid of the bruise he left on her inner thigh and for once she was glad that Tom rarely went down on her.
The memory of it makes her shudder, both in pleasure and disgust with herself. Sometimes she hates herself for doing this to someone who loves her, but it's almost become an addiction to her and it's stronger than any drug she's aware of. She doesn't even know what it is about him apart from the fact that he satisfies her more than her fiancé ever has.
Of course, she can have sex with Tom whenever she likes and he's perfectly capable of bringing her to climax as long as she touches herself while he's inside her, but on the other hand he's almost too careful with her and often passes out within mere minutes after coming. Greg is more skilled and passionate, almost dominant at times, though he doesn't dare refuse to her dominant moments. He kisses her as if he's branding her, holds her as if he's protecting her and can go on for ages after he comes.
Just thinking about it makes her feel wet and it almost feels like a punishment, though she knows that the real punishment will have to wait until tomorrow.
For now, all she has to do is knock on the door. She does and he opens no more or less than three seconds later. He greets her with that smile and it almost makes her forget why she's here.
"Hi," he says.
"Hello."