AN: Just a wee short chapter. I feel like I'm not moving the story on much just now, but I know where I'm going with it, I just need to get there. Thank you for all your lovely reviews. It's a joy to read them all. I really am loving this process even on the days where I get a bit stuck.

Chapter 11

"That was so good. I'm definitely putting that take away place on speed dial." Charles sat back and wiped his mouth with his napkin. "I'm stuffed."

"Coffee?" Molly asked as she cleared the plates to the sink.

"Please, I'm running low on supplies so I've been rationing myself."

Molly laughed,

"Take your pick." She pointed to her coffee machine and the little stand beside it which held an array of different pods.

Charles took his time selecting one as if he was choosing a fine wine. Once he'd chosen, he popped it in the machine,

"Mugs?" he asked as Molly loaded the dishwasher.

She pointed to the cupboard above the machine and smiled as Charles took out two, busying himself with making coffee for both of them. He held up one of the pods which Molly had told him she liked the other night and she nodded. She revelled in how comfortable he seemed in her kitchen and how comfortable she was allowing him to be there. After Daniel she'd shut the doors to her house and her heart. She didn't want to be hurt again and the best way to ensure that was to not let anyone get close, but she had to admit to herself she had missed the joy of sharing her space with someone else.

Once the initial awkwardness of earlier had worn off, they'd had a great dinner. They'd sat at Molly's table really getting to know each other and Charles couldn't remember a time he'd laughed so much. His stomach actually hurt as Molly regaled him with tales from the classroom with her quick witted way and cheeky smile. She felt like they were really connecting and she found herself wondering if that's where she'd been going wrong in previous relationships. Though she and Daniel had been friends first and look how that turned out. Charles brought her out of her reverie,

"Shall we retire to the drawing room?" Charles asked.

"What?!" Molly looked confused.

He laughed,

"It's just something my Mum says after we've had dinner."

"Do you have a drawing room?" Molly asked warily.

"Um, kind of, it's just like a living room."

Molly watched as Charles carried both mugs through to her living room,

"Charles?" She called after him, "Exactly how big is this house in Bath?"

"Sorry I can't hear you for the TV." Charles shouted through as he quickly switched it on.

He was definitely avoiding the issue and Molly suspected it was because he came from a very well off family. She sighed, yet another thing that set them apart from each other. However, other than the misunderstanding over the bill, he hadn't once made her feel like she was inferior to him and if he did come from royalty or something he certainly seemed very grounded. She decided to let it go for now.

"What are we watching?" she asked as she flopped down on the sofa beside him.

He handed her the remote,

"You choose. I just end up channel surfing and never watching anything all the way through."

"I like a man who lets me control the remote." Molly smiled mischievously.

"Good to know." said Charles as he sipped his coffee and pretended to be very interested in the TV.

-OG-

"Molly", Charles shook her shoulder gently. "Hey wake up."

"Oh sorry!" Molly sat up suddenly on the sofa.

"I'm starting to get a complex about my chat. You keep falling asleep on me."

"You should take it as a compliment. It means I feel comfortable with you." Molly said seriously, but she smiled.

"Well...ditto." Charles shifted nervously. "Im going to head home, but I'm going to the Nespresso shop tomorrow if you want to join me?" He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"I have plans tomorrow-"

"It's ok." he said quickly.

"- but I'm free all weekend. How about we do some of the touristy stuff we talked about?"

Charles grinned,

"The weekend it is then."

Molly grinned back already wishing it was two days time.