Molly's POV
As I close the door behind me my heart is fluttering out of control. I feel like I'm about to burst, and I'm not sure if it's out of embarrassment or sheer glee. I just kissed Seb. I actually kissed him. Sure, it was just a quick peck on the cheek, but I still didn't mean to do it. It wasn't intentional, I just lost control of my body for a bit and ended up kissing him. What if he didn't want to be kissed? What if he didn't like me? That was probably why he didn't want to come in. Oh Molly, you idiot. You just kissed a man who didn't even like you. I groan to myself as I head into my bedroom and collapse onto my bed. How could I have been so stupid? Of course that was why he didn't want to come in. I lay there for a moment, replaying the night in my head, ignoring the butterflies that flitted about in my stomach when I thought of him.
It didn't seem real to me, he was too good to be true. He was just as lovely in person as he had been when we had been emailing each other. Just as funny, just as charming. It really didn't help that he was insanely handsome, it only made me more nervous when I spoke to him. I groaned in embarrassment as I recounted all my awkward stutterings and my weird giggles. No wonder he didn't like me, he was way, way out of my league. He was most likely lying when he said he wanted to meet up again, just trying to make things less awkward. I sigh as I force myself to get off my bed and get done.
I try not to think about it anymore. About him. About how I ever thought that he could like me. I change into my pyjamas and snuggle beneath my bed covers. Tonight's excitement has left me exhausted. As I fall asleep I try not to remember how nice it felt as I held onto him whilst he rode me home. Dammit, why do I always like guys who never like me back?
The sharp sound of my phone alarm pierces my ears. Lazily rolling over I turn on my phone. 10:45 am, I have to be at work in an hour. I check my messages, just in case Seb had decided to email me and my previous thoughts were wrong. My heart falls as I realise there are no new messages. I sigh discontentedly before forcing myself to get ready for work.
Narrator's POV
Moriarty had told Seb that he had no kills for the next month. In fact, he had no work at all for the next month. His job was just to 'make Molly fall head over heels for him', as Moriarty had put it. In all honesty, Seb was terrified. This was not what he had planned when he had decided to work for Moriarty, love was never on the agenda. He felt trapped, constricted. Though he had no doubt in his mind that he at the very least liked Molly, he had no plans to marry her. He wasn't marriage material. He had never envisioned himself as a husband, or a father, and the idea of this whole new reality was suffocating to him. He liked travelling the world, killing people along the way. It was what he was built for. It was his purpose in life. And all of his hard work had been stolen from him because he'd gone on a date with Molly Hooper. He didn't want to resent her, but he couldn't help but direct some of his frustrations towards her. If she hadn't made Moriarty fall in love with her, if she wasn't so damn likeable, if she was just the tiniest bit less amazing.
Ultimately, he knew it was helpless though. Once Moriarty had his mind set on something there was no changing it. In his own little insane way Moriarty believed that this was the only way he could show his love for Molly. And contrary to what Seb believed, from Moriarty's first date with Molly Moriarty had known that they would never be compatible. That didn't mean he hadn't tried though, before it had all gone to pot and she had broken up with him. In the back of his mind he had always known that Seb and Molly would get along, he could imagine them being friends at the very least. It wasn't till one night, whilst Seb was very drunk, Seb confessed that he longed for companionship of some sort, that he felt this encroaching loneliness, that Moriarty set his plan into action. Surprisingly though, he had not needed to hack into the dating website to make it recommend Seb as a match for Molly, the website had done that all by itself, like he'd suspected it would. That smug sense of satisfaction was still there whilst his friend was out on his date, and he startled himself with his lack of jealousy. Maybe this was his way of moving on, of dealing with the loss of Molly Hooper.
