Two weeks passed before Molly contacted Sherlock.
After her shift at St. Barts she took a detour to 221B Baker Street.
Mrs. Hudson let her in quietly.
Molly ascended the stairs and entered Sherlock's living room with a soft knock on the door.
"Sherlock?"
The detective appeared from the kitchen. He looked bewildered. "Molly?" he stammered.
The pair stood there, unsure of how to greet each other.
Molly broke the awkward silence. "You… you always say such awful things," she watched him quizzically. "You really must stop."
Sherlock's face fell, "Molly, I…"
"Stop saying things that make me want to kiss you."
"What?" Sherlock spluttered.
"Sherlock, I love you," Molly's voice was tight. "I think I will always love you."
Sherlock stepped towards her, but she put a hand up to stop him.
"You did hurt me though. And I don't know that I trust you."
Sherlock glanced down at his feet.
"But I do love you, and I desperately want to trust you."
"Molly…"
"I need time, Sherlock." Molly took a step towards the door.
"Of course," Sherlock sighed. "Well, you know where to find me."
They exchanged one more look before Molly slipped out the door and down the stairs.